When the world is ganging up on you, your hobbies can provide a wonderful distraction from the nightmares.
My writing has been where I go to close the door on my own demons but over the last few months I’ve struck a problem.
I may be locking my mind in a small room away from the nastiness of reality, but the walls of that room are proving to be very thin. The monsters can’t get to me but I can hear them chattering to themselves. I can hear a hideous breathing and there’s nothing I can do about it. I can hear them all so clearly that I can’t push my mind past listening to them.
Despite my best efforts to use all the tricks I have to stay on track, the things on the other side are all pressed up against the walls, just making more and more noise until I can’t keep my mind on the page I’m working on.
It’s an easy point to overlook in storytelling but there will always be the chance for the monster to triumph.
Sometimes, despite everything we do, all the countermeasures we deploy, the pain of the real world wins.