For a week now I've been working and reworking a chapter in my novel. It's one of the darker sections of the book, filled with despair and angst. Although it's fiction of my own making, I find myself sinking into a bit of a funk. I was told once that to be able to experience a great depth of emotion is a two edged sword. If it's real to the performer/author it will be real to the audience/reader. Perhaps it's time to set Havah aside for a few hours and concentrate on something more cheerful...like laundry.