There’s about-of-body feeling I’ve been experiencing as I gear up for the release of my first book, while trying to finish my second. 

I honestly don’t know which one is more important right now, and if I’m being honest, I don’t have the emotional capacity for both. I am doing the best I can to hold my life together, but it’s taking all my strength. 

I have a target date for the completion of my second book, and a word count per day I need to achieve, but I know my current pace is about 200 words short. This causes me a great deal of stress, but between the repeated emotional sword jabs to my abdomen, the inundation of stress hormones from my amygdala, and the innate hole in my soul from the absence of fulfillment, I’m finding it hard to keep up with my persons goals. 

I think I need to narrow my focus for the next few weeks, but there will come a time when I need to put out about 20,000 words in a week. I know that’s coming. Brace for that because you will hear all about it. 

Life is hard, and words are finite, but I aim to leave as many of them out in the world as written testaments to my plight as possible. 

If you were me, and let me apologize in advance for even putting you in my make believe shoes, what wound you focus on?