Knot Write In Head

[dreamer_easy]

Like the apocryphal boiling frog, I have allowed my stress levels to rise to the point where my brain goes into self-protective shut-down and I cannot, at times, handle the simplest tasks or the most benign interruptions. It's not that my life is unusually stressful at the moment, it's just that I have a propensity to anxiety, and these days that takes the form not of panic attacks, which are instantly recognisable, but the more subtle form of what I have decided to call a Super Freak Out. Happily I've finally recognised the problem and can tackle it with relaxation exercises and (when necessary) tranks.

Obviously related to this is this afternoon's manic compulsion to obtain more books. I'm not joking, even though I'm an incorrigible bibliophile at the best of times - this is a compulsion, not normal enthusiasm or interest. I can hardly stop thinking about it, which is why I'm scribbling this instead of getting any work done - I have no idea of how to get it out of my system. (With nanowrimo on the horizon, all my other projects have to go into mothballs for a while, so it's doubly important I don't go and buy a cope of Ulysses the size of my head and try to vanish into it.)

ETA: A "cope" of Ulysses? Was that a Joycian slip?

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