Answering a question should not be so hard.
Or nausea-inducing and migraine-threatening.
It should not equate to plucking leeches from your bellybutton or extracting alien species from your gums.
When an author is asked, “What are you going to write next?”, convulsions of mind gremlins really should not follow.
Unfortunately, my whole life is a big ‘should not’ so, of course, my The Hushing Days answer would arrive in a frightfully messy burp.
Yeah, this is going to take a while to clean up.