Dear Diary, Yesterday was Day Eight of Camp. And I wrote nothing.  And I edited nothing. And then lying in bed before sleeping, I began to think things, as always.  Just before sleep tends to be when I am either the happiest or the most depressed.  I either pump myself up over what is to come, or fret about it and stress myself out. Last night was the latter.  I did not fret about my non-existent word quota for the day.  No.  I went larger.  Much larger.  Because I thought back on a recent ... View Post