That’s hyperbole. A little bit.
I’ve been working on my story, but it’s a monumental effort every day to get to the manuscript.
I think I’m battling with fear, depression, and heat. It makes me want to sleep instead of write.
Doing everything I can to fight back: therapy, medication, air conditioning, encouragement from friends and family, grace, prayer.
Please don’t consider this whining. I don’t mean to complain. I just want to be honest.
Okay, I’m going to go write now. Thanks for reading. ❤