I’m suffering from “Hyper-analytical Social Media Posting Disorder”, characterized by a compulsion to edit 5 minutes after posting a comment, augmented by a repeating pattern: (((Tremors))) — fix-it — relief!!!

Will this comment survive? :)

She looked at the empty page, which remained blank, apart from the small wet dots from her tears, for hours. Her mind was a turmoil of sadness, rage, fear and all those emotions that gave her inspiration. However her heart lacked the will as the empty words enclosed her soul pulling it down towards the frenzied ravenous imps that stalked hells pantry....

Writer's block' is just a fancy way of saying 'I don't feel like doing any work today.

I haven’t had writer’s block. I think it’s because my process involves writing very badly.

Gemma was so determined for me to deal with my PTSD, but I thought I was doing pretty well with it. We were friends now. I had my incontinence under control

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.