I suddenly realized that my book was missing chapter titles. In my exhaustive (two-minute) exploration of e-book formatting, I learned that I need to have chapter titles, so, I guess, people who read e-books can easily navigate to a specific portion of the book. (I, as previously noted, have never quite figured out how to do this on my Kindle, so I forgo any sort of navigation whatsoever).
Being lazy, I wasn't in the mood to add catchy titles to each chapter; so therefore, I've been typing "Chapter 1", "Chapter 2", et cetera, et cetera; over and over.
Have you ever noticed that when you type the same word repetitively, you start to question if it's really a word? Are you spelling it wrong? What does it mean? It seems like gibberish.
So, I reached Chapter 22, and I just had to stop. It was starting to freak me out. The word, I mean.
I'd be much better off applying relevant titles to each chapter, but I'm too tired to be creative.
I've noticed lately that I'm doing anything I can think of to not write.
Such as, obsessing over words that suddenly appear foreign. Or writing this blog post..
Please bear with me. I'm getting punchy. I've been writing like a fiend for five or who knows how many months, and I am now becoming inexplicably anxious.
Ahh, songwriting was so much easier. And at least when I was writing songs, I had a partner (my guitar).
If this book doesn't kill me, nothing will. Which is actually a nice thought...it's good to be indestructible.