Back Down the Hole

I was tootling along getting all kinds of nifty work done on my writing when…

WHAMMO.

A beefy claw of OCD grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me down the crazy hole.

An hour later, I crawled out.

And kicked myself all the way to bed for falling.

Guilt.

It’s the only thing I do better than crazy.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe