This week was a rough one.
Mostly, a lot of developments in my business-life (as supposed to writing-life or... well. life-life) meant that I had zero time for any writing or even social networking.
I'm not complaining. Any movement in the business is good, so I rather spend more time a day and get things dealt with than drag things out. Now we're basically back to the waiting part, which means I should have more time to write.
I have sooooo much writing to do, though. It's kinda starting to give me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's not a guilt thing. It's a stress thing. If I'm in stressful situations, writing helps me blow of steam, but when I'm too tired to write... I don't, and the stress keeps building.
You'd think that would mean the words just come rushing out as soon as I sit down, but you'd be wrong.
Cause the more stress builds, the harder it becomes for me to find my words. Which adds to my stress, which makes writing more difficult, which adds to my stress.
And I'd like to say I'll write this weekend, but I'm days behind on my editing goals as well. So now I don't know what I should do first.
I'll just have to figure it out over the weekend.
How are you doing?