Tick...tick...tick... I hear that sound too much lately, mostly in my own head.  The sound of time sliding by one tick at a time, while anxiety and too many shinies take precedence. It's early morning...early early morning.  I have 45 minutes before I have to get ready for work, so I want to be productive and start the day with some wordage.  I pull up my current manuscript in progress, and stare at the last sentence.  Yanno...that same one I stared at the night before.  It didn't change.  Gremlins didn't park themselves all cozy on my couch, pull the blanket up that the old lady dog ... Read More