The Art of Pacing

I’ve always been a bug about pacing in fiction, not always mastering it but definitely obsessing about it.  I have no idea why I never applied that to my life.  I’ve always gone full tilt at what I wanted, swinging between exhaustion and hypomania, probably because of the hypomania, and then in June my heart said, “Fuck you and this madness” and tried to quit on me.  Now I go full tilt at something for about ten minutes and then my body says, “We’re done here,” and I sit down.  The weird thing is, I like it.  

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