Wingstubs have become a great, aching throb from my shoulders to my fingertips. Also experiencing some really distressing breathing issues. I think I’m stressed, although I can’t for the life of me figure out why I should be more stressed now than at any other time. Things are on a fairly even keel . . . I think.
Took .25 mg of Clonazepam last night. I noticed that my breathing eased up quickly after taking it, another good indicator that my physical ailments have a root cause in stress. I slept well and woke up without the usual post-drug fog hazing my brain, so I’ve determined once and for all this new dosage works much better for me. But my arms still ache.
Going to try to do some meditating to relax. I’m out of practice–both in meditation and, apparently, relaxation.
– I did end up querying the Borderlands 6 people. Now, more waiting.
– Started jotting down some notes for the talk Ann Crispin asked me to give. Oh, wait, stressor! Ah hah.
– Wrote my review of this week’s Sci-Fiction story, “The Key” by Ilsa J. Bick, for Tangent and sent it off to my editor.
– Worked on the rewrite of “Caught Between” and in the process renamed it “Masques of Love.” It’s a bit of a saccharine title, and I’m not 100% pleased with it, but my clever, un-saccharine title was resoundingly panned. The final crits should come trickling in today or tomorrow. I’m thinking I’m in good shape to have it out the door by Thursday or Friday at the latest.