This alarm scares me. It ticks like a time bomb and it doesn’t just ding, it dings like an old school rattle-your-teeth alarm clock. The good news is I can melt out the ticking with music. It becomes a metronome. But when it hits zero, there’s no way to turn it off. You have to let the alarm play out. So what’s happened here today, is like a writer’s version of Speed. I have to keep turning that clock back from zero, and I have to keep working.
I’m stressed.
But it’s a good stress. A gettin’ shit done, stress.