Being pregnant completely pummels the thinkmeats. And the energybank. I made the mistake of thinking I had energy two weeks ago and still feel like I'm recovering. This is bad, since writing takes both energy and brainpower and I have neither. You know it's bad when forcing yourself to sit up straight so you can breathe around the baby belly tires you out after five minutes.
Since it's become abundantly clear that I cannot rely on my brain in its current state, I decided to crib from my past brain, whipped out an old WIP that was done except for some quick revisions, and have been chipping away at that for the time being. I hope I can have it done soon.
So this is a post to say I'm making no progress, and it's just as wearing as making progress. And I just looked at my clock, hoping it was bedtime. Not even 9pm. Sad.
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