Rolling, I was yesterday.

Plotting and outlining, planning and creatively scheming, I played the author like I haven’t in months.

It was grand and rather glorious… until the crazy caught up with me.

Anxiety.

It crawled out of the shadows and flung itself at me with malice and a whole heaping of spite.

Soon, I was nervous enough to gnaw off a femur.

Must one step forward always mean two nutty twirls back?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe