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Did seventeen pages yesterday. Thought I was over the hump. Nope. Today new characters bubbling in my head like water on high boil. Too hot. I’m having trouble settling down. A deep bass growl of thunder just rolled overhead as if to point out that it’s not just my energy that’s on high boil. The thunder is just above the house, hot spatters of rain hitting the earth, but not cooling anything. Humidity is so high, breathing is like drinking stale water. The storm’s been threatening all day, but never actually materializing. I know the almost storm is part of what’s making me anxious. Storms do that sometimes. It’s like when you have an important but troubling decision to make, and you fret and fume, then finally you let go and do it, and once the storm is over, well, it clears the air. You can think again. I need to do something to clear my own mental storm. To clear the way so I can keep moving and not get bogged down again. Sigh.