That dreadful period comes when nothing can be stored, let alone formulated. All my wonderful ideas mush together and I can’t for the life of me pull them apart. The mind just whirls and whirls propelling me into a state of panic and despair. I race to the refrigerator for comfort food (lots of comfort food) then try to find something on television to distract me for a while.
It doesn’t last long in real-time, but in mind-time it seems to last forever. After the first few episodes, I realized it was a sign I'm taking too much on and to slow down … but does that keep the monster at bay? Nope. Because it knows I will gradually return to hyper-mode and it patiently waits ... along with the frozen M & M's, string cheese and chocolate pudding.
So why do I go through the torture? I’m a writer and it’s what I love. I gain much more than I lose in the long run … unfortunately that includes a few extra pounds!