Turbulence

The good news that I am physically somewhat better. Sciatica flare is over, back muscles have relaxed so I can walk upright again, headaches have eased, right knee has stopped throbbing.
The bad news is that I am psychologically somewhat messed up. Emotions are roller-coastering, brain is running around screaming, rational thinking is about to fly out the window. This should be obvious. My friend was killed, I'm still having trouble processing it, I have no idea what to say to his closest friends because a lot of those people are just barely acquaintances to me and I honestly feel a little intrusive with my own grief, and yes I know this is ridiculous.

Beyond that, I am still struggling with chronic illness and various medical disorders, still looking for a job, still trying to finish a fiction novel that feels too much like a part of me to let go completely.

Give me a moment, I may be slightly emo.

I will be better in the morning.

Scene from Chapter Thirteen (current draft)

This is from Chapter Thirteen of the current draft. It is one of the most emotional sections of the book.
I know it will make no sense, because it is from Chapter Thirteen of a science fantasy novel about telepaths fighting against a nearly unstoppable force, telepaths who also must deal with being the avatars for spiritual entities that are themselves avatars for ancient cosmic forces. (Holy run-on sentence, Batman.)
Also, I need to edit and tighten and fix and expand and explain and define. But this is raw right now, and I need raw. I wrote the chapter after the death of a loved one, years ago.

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