Someone recently reminded me that life is never easy. It's insane, stressful, and does what it can to toss you around. Lately, it's been getting in the way of my writing.
Not that I've stopped. It's just hard to juggle deadlines with emergencies popping up at every corner and stress wracking your body. Writing time interrupted by trips to doctors or when you physically can't stand to reach your notebook. A peaceful day interrupted when you start bleeding all over the place.
But I'm trying to keep going. My daily word counts are smaller but at least I've written something. Right now, the struggle is keeping my mind from staying in one place. My thoughts and ideas are frazzled and all over the place. Which I then stress about and feel worse.
Stress is the enemy. I need to figure a way to combat it.
