Imaginal scripts, how do I hate thee? I shall not count the ways.

I just wrote another script, and thought I would bring my emotional fallout over here.

This week, I’m supposed to write as many as I can (I have four more to go). I meant to write one yesterday . . . and then I didn’t. No excuses. Just did not do it. Sat down to write it today, and found myself more fidgety, procrastinating, and just plain reluctant than I’ve been in a long time. I did not want to write it. I hate delving into the very core of my fears. In case you’re unfamiliar with the concept, an imaginal script is basically where I write out my worst fears (obsessions) coming true. In loads of detail. There is no gratuitous detail in imaginal scripts. The more detail, the better.

I hate writing these scripts. And…