I used to travel basically two or three times a month, usually the same routine - fly in, dinner, sleep, press event, sleep, fly out. maybe 48 hours total in a new place. go home with a bunch of stuff to write.
I just did that this week and I apparently cannot do that anymore, at least for a while. the plane's shaking, the hunger from a tight connection, the socialization, the story deadline looming etc - they phase me now. I asked for a break for the first time in my life, and I got one.
I am really trying to heal, and I don't know what else I can do. I am, weirdly, hopeful.
