If you’re anything like me, you’ve been typing your fingers off, working toward the murky middle for which you have only a vague set of ideas—most of which are terrible. More than that, life might be starting to catch up with you. Work is piling up, housework hasn’t been done in two weeks, and you don’t have any more clean clothes because laundry has gone to the wayside in exchange for a few extra typing sessions.
If any of this sounds familiar, the following post is for you.