It’s 11:30 pm and I just finished an analysis piece that I had been working on since November last year. Anxiety has been building up since Friday because I couldn’t finish it last week. I said I’ll do overtime and write the damned thing on Saturday.

But of course I didn’t. My mind was just blank. My brain was so tired as we tried to break that story last Friday, as I mentioned in that previous post. It drained me.

I told myself today that it’s now or never—I must finish the draft tonight or else other media may catch up. They have already seen the pattern in my questions or the questions asked by Kr during presscons or ambush interviews.

This morning I attempted to start the second paragraph but Kimchi invaded my desk. 😑 Of course I could have swept her off my table but I took it as a sign not to start on my piece since my brain was not hyped enough for this task.

At church I asked God for inspiration because my mind was completely blank. I never realized how brain-dead I was but it was like squeezing blood out of a stone—I really couldn’t write.

My prayer has been answered, finally. When I sat on my desk at 7:30 pm, words started flowing and organizing the flow of my 1,000+ word article wasn’t such a pain as I thought it would be.

After 4 hours, I was done, complete with fact-checks and rejigging of paragraphs and insertion of a table.

😭 I’m so done!

All I have to do is to send it to editors before I leave for Makati tomorrow.