Now, I feel some effects...
Well, it's 3 am, and I'm having some trouble even going to bed, much less sleeping.
I don't feel unsafe, exactly. Rather, it's almost as if I'm worried about what will happen while I'm sleeping. Friday night, I went to bed feeling triumphant for having gotten 21K words done in my NaNo story. And the next morning, Poof! things were gone. my car is gone. Despite not keeping it very clean, I love my car. I trust it. It's the second car in my life I've bought all on my own. And someone took it away, possibly on a lark.
I think I feel that my story is contaminated, somehow. I'll continue on with it, because I want to finish it and finishing it will somehow be an act of triumphant will over these assholes who broke into my house.
I'm writing so that I can say, "OK, I've told everybody, now I can go to bed because I've gotten it out and someone out there will understand."
let's go see. If I'm back online in an hour, you'll know it didn't work. ;-)
I don't feel unsafe, exactly. Rather, it's almost as if I'm worried about what will happen while I'm sleeping. Friday night, I went to bed feeling triumphant for having gotten 21K words done in my NaNo story. And the next morning, Poof! things were gone. my car is gone. Despite not keeping it very clean, I love my car. I trust it. It's the second car in my life I've bought all on my own. And someone took it away, possibly on a lark.
I think I feel that my story is contaminated, somehow. I'll continue on with it, because I want to finish it and finishing it will somehow be an act of triumphant will over these assholes who broke into my house.
I'm writing so that I can say, "OK, I've told everybody, now I can go to bed because I've gotten it out and someone out there will understand."
let's go see. If I'm back online in an hour, you'll know it didn't work. ;-)