Complaints.

Pushing forward to finish the usual batch of cover letter work in just a couple of days instead of stretching it out over three is doable, but unpleasant. It's not draining in that it leaves me without energy, because I'm still up and awake. What happens is that it's hard to focus and concentrate, and completely unable to produce any new composition whatsoever.

I've never been easily able to describe the sensation, though I've had it pretty much all my life. At least back to fourth grade. I get nauseated, frustrated, easily upset, find a bad taste on the back of my tongue, and my ability to concentrate on anything complicated or new is shot. I can break out of it with hard physical activity, like a bike ride or a gym session, but I can't just wait it out. Forget trying to watch a movie in this state, let alone write anything.

Not that I'm doing new composition right now. Editing, yes. And good lord, but my sense of pacing in this latest chapter is shit. I'm going to have to rip it apart to look at the pieces and then try fitting them together. I don't know when I'll get back to the typing, other than that it'll come eventually. For that, at least, I can be patient.