Well, I still don't know what is going on at work, and last week I started to get anxious and upset almost to the point of panic. PMS made things worse, for sure. I tried to keep up with my cardio workouts in the mornings, and that made a big difference with the muscle tension creeping up my shoulders and neck. I took a few Advil PM's to help me get enough sleep. Taking a few days off last week to celebrate Greg's birthday gave me a chance to get away from the office and have a little distance, both physically and emotionally. And it might not be possible to cuddle a sweet, nuzzling kitten without being cheered up.
This week I'm back and I just feel sort of numb. Every night I have weird stress dreams; like wandering through a huge pot-luck lunch full of strangers and platters full of delicious looking food that I don't want to eat because I don't know anyone. I don't feel the stabbing anxiety anymore, but I don't feel good either.
Of course I haven't been writing. Other than taking a few pics of Alabama I haven't done anything at all creative. A friend invited me to go to a local Romance Writers of America meeting. It sounds inspiring and helpful, full of experienced writers who have been published, and she said that the fact that my chick-lit novel isn't technically "romance" wouldn't matter. I'm planning to go with her on Saturday, and there's like a little piece of my brain that is excited about it, but mostly I just feel reluctant. I feel intimidated by the writers and overwhelmed by everything, and just thinking about going makes me tired.
I am going to try to talk myself into going. I haven't seen this friend in a long time, and we could go have lunch afterwards, and it would certainly be fun. I feel like I ought to use writing to relieve all this angst, or to at least escape from it, but I don't know how to do that. My mind feels blank and fuzzy, but maybe being with other writers would spark some inspiration.
We'll see.
