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Creative collapse

Hi, guys!

So, today I'm starting to force myself to slow down and try to get back to work a little, just to keep things from falling apart. It's already a complete assault on myself, so I'm doing everything as gently as possible, doing the bare minimum. Just urgent filming of what I need to do. Plus, naturally, I've got a ton of reading to do, so I need to start reading it all immediately, so now I'll have a few hours set aside for reading every day; there's simply no other option.

I'll quickly run to the post office, pick up some packages, and then I'll start working right away, without delay, because I need all the time I can find to work on my books. I don't intend to waste a single minute now; I have too much text to work on. And I want to live in it too much.

So, every minute of my free time is dedicated to working on my creation. I discussed it with my therapist yesterday, and she liked what I told her. Now I'm not sure if returning to therapy was the right decision and what I'll tell her next, because practically everything I do is work on the book, and everything I want to do and talk about is the book. So... Maybe I should just tell her about it. Author consultations, why not.

In short, I don't know. My psyche has become so locked in its own universe that it's scary. I'm completely locked in, and I don't want to get out. I just don't want to. I'm too comfortable there, I plan to stay there, I'm completely fine there.

So now I'm quickly wrapping up all work-related matters and then immediately returning to the text, without putting it off. Because that's where my keen interest is right now, that's all I really need.

Have a great day, everyone!

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