You just cross yourself & walk away.
It’s been a while since I posted here. One of the reasons I started this blog was so that I could encourage myself to be consistent. That’s probably the hardest thing for me.
I’ve been going through all the things I’ve written, to pull out all of the nonfiction. I realized that ninety-five percent of the writing is just a record of what was happening. There are several transcribed telephone conversations that I had forgotten about.
I think documentation has always been a coping mechanism for me, a way to keep my head from exploding, to get the information out of myself before it started to tunnel through. I picture Reese struggling to get his armor off after he gets splashed with alien blood in the elevator.
Some of it is too much for me, even now.
It’s another part of the training.
I have to see how much I can take.