So, wow, that was an interesting little train wreck yesterday. I’m not entirely sure what brought that on, apart from the cumulative wear the entry describes. The meltdown started at about 11:00 a.m. and it seemed like I did an emotional swan dive that lasted until 1:30 this morning, when I finally passed out on my office sofa.
Today I woke up feeling a little bit better. Not ready to get back on the horse, exactly, but also not in total despair. The idea of working on a story makes me cringe, but not cry. This is progress.
I think today–just for today–I’m just going to be a mom and an Assistant Editor. I assume I am going to get past this. Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to be a writer again. But not today.