Whysper’s Wramblings 3

So I was on a real roll there. Ejaculating words like I was never gonna stop.

Then the dump truck full of stress dropped its load on me like manure on Biff Tannen. My hours got cut at work. I’m looking at moving on from the job I’ve had for the last six and a half years, and it scares the shit out of me. My home-life is kinda less than perfect. I’m probably vitamin D deficient. And Seasonal affective disorder is kicking my ass. Plus I’m off my happy **** and can’t see a way to get more because I’m uninsured. Unless Biden can come through with that Universal Healthcare I don’t stand much of a chance.

Depression make writing hard. You’d think that being in that particular psychological state would make me yearn to escape into my fiction, but I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on it. I’m having a hard time hearing Jimmy. So I might be taking a brief break here. It might only be a day or two. It might be a week. I’ll still be around and doing my editorial duties, but I don’t see myself writing much for a while.

That said, you never really know, and it could just be the exhaustion talking. We’ll see.

~W.