How exquisite the feeling is when you, at long last, reach the weekend. Yesterday’s 9 to 5 passed in a blur of emails, meetings, and final deadlines before I logged off and signed in for my weekly class. Once my lesson wrapped up, I decided the best way to celebrate this week was a toast with a glass of wine. A grueling work schedule, lack of sleep, and a small dose of alcohol had a surprising result—a nap. I believe it is the exact prescription the doctor ordered.

Yesterday I also embarked on my “fix-the-issue” strategy of writing out a detailed timeline hoping to discover the solution for my annoying plot problem. I thought this would be easy. It sounded like it would only take an hour of my time. But my OCD tendencies commandeered the leadership position. I found myself with eleven paragraphs of details, and I haven’t yet…