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It Can Always Get Wors[er]

The past few days have been bad enough that I've started smoking again.

From my Facebook today:

One good night's sleep in five or six, and I wake up angry at the world and depressed and exhausted. And I'm supposed to write.

~ and ~

I have not written in ten days. Right now, I have the second half of long-overdue The Tindalos Asset to write for Tor, and I owe Subterranean Press two new (long) Dancy stories, and I have Sirenia Digest No. 152 looming (so I have to write a new story for that), and someday I would really fucking like to get back to work on the novel I've been trying to write for two years...and I cannot fucking sleep, and I cannot catch a break from the anger and depression and anxiety.


1:07 p.m.


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Sep. 15th, 2018 03:35 am (UTC)
In my head, I imagine a place where we just sit. And maybe talk, or yell, or probably just listen to music. And my head knows just wanting it to happen doesn't make it so. But in my head I wish it were true.
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