When you don't have 20 minutes, you just say "Dear Diary" and let it go

Dear Diary,

I wish I had a beautiful new picture to show you, but I don’t. I had some extra time today, but I just couldn’t focus on my book. In fact, I’ve lost all momentum. It scares me to be dead in the water. There’s so much to do, and so much I want to do. But sometimes I feel like I’m moving through thick time. I’m feel like I’m in a dream moving in slow motion as the world speeds by. The goals that seemed to close are now receding to the horizon line at the speed of thought.

I hope this feeling passes.