People who love to write, who find it's in their blood, will understand this. Everyone else will think I'm nuts!
In times of stress, some people comfort eat, some try retail therapy (okay, I admit it, I've done a bit of that this week too) but I write.
Writing is part of who I am. It makes me feel secure, grounded, in touch and when life gets tough, I know my characters can distract me.
So, for the past three nights, I've buried myself in my work. Sure, I'm happy with the 8500 words I've written but it's so much more than that.
I'm starting to feel okay again and that's more important than how many words or what I've written. I'm comforted.
A special thanks to my friends who have got me through this traumatic week; you know who you are.