I'm thinking of dropping my shrinkologist
He and I, though we get on famously, have degenerated into a once-a-month conversation on whatever topics come to hand. It can't really be considered therapy anymore. I sometimes feel like whatever is happening is not beneficial, perhaps even detrimental. He and I discussed "following one's instincts" recently. Maybe I should listen to my instincts.
I have instituted my own writing challenge for September (to get me geared up for the Nanowrimo in November). I am going to write 1000 words of prose each day during September. Unconnected, undirected, whatever it may be, just 1000 words. I'm not sure where I'll post them. I'll let you know.