I wrote complete nonsense today. 3K words of it. Really. I was stuck, first wanting to abandon the whole book, then deciding against it, then thinking of jumping off the roof, deciding against that too, then dipping my head in coffee, hoping to drown, all of this in a hazy delirium of 4 hours of sleep.
God, I hate deadlines!
Taking off this coming Monday on the Amtrak writer's residency trip, and rushing this damn book to finish, to start writing the next one. If you don't see bones raining Monday morning, that means I have survived.