Deep in the forest

The Obsessive Diary · Aug 23, 2026 · 1m

Each morning I wake at 5:03am. If my brain knows why it’s not telling. 5:03am and the dread of what’s the point yet I must because what else is there when you’re this deep in? I can’t go back. I am more than a year and 44,000 words lost in the forest of this book. It is dark. I can’t see my way except this one directive, to get up each morning and meet it at my desk, at my fingertips, as the sky turns pink and parrots escaped from cages settle in the trees. I wish I could say more about it. I wish I could talk about her but I fear this would ruin what already feels broken. I fear that would…