The three gremlins of me.
Anxiety: “I’m not going to get this article done. I’m not. It’s due tonight and the moon is coming, girl. Write. Write! WRITE! But don’t write too fast or the article’s going to be crap. It can’t be crap. I can’t lose this. This is good for me. If I screw this up and lose this…”
Panic: “I will lose my mind. Been there. Done that. And it felt just like this. My heart’s already hiccupping. It’s not beating right. OK, let me count it. Let me count the beats…”
OCD: “One. Two. Three… Breathe. Start again… One. Two. Three…”
And, with that, sanity exited Stage Left.