Why I Am Itchy.

If that stupid title doesn't get your attention, nothing will. Or maybe I just feel that way because I wrote it.

Which is the issue. Novel 1 is complete as far as I'm concerned. Novel 2 now needs a going over by my writing partner and then I'll work on finishing it. Novel 3 is on deck to be my data entry partner for the month or more that it takes for me to enter it. Novel 4 (which is going to be Novel 2 in the story's chronology) has a very few scenes written in my current notebook. So, why am I uncomfortable? Everything is moving along exactly as it should.

When I say I'm itchy, I mean my heart is itchy. This is the way I feel when something is over or when I have to do something that makes me nervous. Endings and beginnings are both itchy situations for me, I guess. If I'm walking through the bowels of Hell, I'm fine. It's walking in and walking out that make me feel weird. Like there's something wrong with me and the rest of the world has it all under control. Like I might say or do the one thing that will make the portal explode and ruin everything.

Yes, I am in drama queen mode today.

I'll get over it. I always do. Sometimes it fades on its own. Sometimes I have to lean on chemical assistance. (Either endorphins or alcohol. Both work.) Sometimes stepping through the portal into the next thing is enough to make it leave.

Now that I think about it, it's not really the ending or the beginning. It's that space in-between that makes me itch. If I hover here long enough, I'll get numb to it by the grace of time or chemicals. I don't usually get to hang out very long. Just long enough to get itchy before something pushes or pulls me through and leads me down into the catacombs to slog through to the next gateway.

Random, rambling blog posts are almost as good as Calamine Lotion.