That’s what it feels like today. My dyslexia is hanging around my neck like a massive stone and I feel weighed down by it. Everything is a struggle. My typing is slow and half the words are backwards or wrong.
I don’t know. Sometimes the endless fighting gets on top of me. But it doesn’t last long. Hopefully in an hour or so I’ll be back to normal and tapping away at a normal speed.
The odd thing is that I know it is my own mental attitude, and I know why. Everything is taking too long. Or at least I feel it is. The novel is growing, but slowly, and the picture book is getting there but even waiting for paint to dry is a chore.
So how do I fix it?
I don’t. Instead I carry on. I keep writing and drawing, because in the end I will get there. I just wish I could hit fast forward…