I'm taking a very short mental health lunch break from a humonguous deadline on a story that required shitloads of research (that's a technical journalism term). A SHORT break, I swear it. I'm not staying up all night writing this one. I'm not I'm not I'm not.

My plan was to finish Chapter Two of Families on Tuesday and Wednesday, which will be my weekend since obviously this one wasn't. I will be done by then with the Marathon of Pain, too.

This morning, I got an email from someone who was reading my LJ chronologically, and had a couple of questions about some old posts I did, and the evoluation of some of my ideas over time. And I went back to check on one of the posts, and saw my earliest fiction, which I started writing in June of 2006.

And I realized that when I started out, I wrote a chapter a week.

How the fuck did I ever do that, and how can I do that again? Because I hate going weeks between chapters. I hate it.

Now I'm all depressed.