Strap in everybody. It's a wild ride.
The car starts up the hill . . . . slowly speeding up. You're on a new diet . . . you hate it but it gets a little easier every day and you know it is better for you. You're optomistic.
Top of the first hill. Take a deep breath.
And downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn you go. Rushing through the air and too scared to scream. Work is being difficult. You're not keeping up with deadlines. Your blood pressure medicine either doesn't do the job, but if you increase it, knocks you OUT. On the couch. Sound asleep. Or taking four breaks to climb the stairs. Worst of all, HALF, yes HALF of the money you were promised this month, DID NOT COME. This means all of those bills you paid so optomistically at the beginning of the month are coming due again and in the meantime, you are living on air, baby.
You survived. The car is back up again . . . .a couple of new assignments came through. You got a big one done and turned in. The sun is out for a change. You've lost a few pounds already. But . . uh oh. Bigger hill ahead.
And downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn you go again. You miss your mom . . . you miss having money . . . . you miss not worrying all the time. You miss time off. You miss long sessions of reading on the back deck which you can't do because your eyes give out after 15 minutes. You can tell you're entering the most dangerous part of the ride, the Unending Black Spiral. DANGER AHEAD.
Will our heroine avoid the Spiral? Will she make it past this next part of the ride and emerge triumphant on the end without having to sell more books for cash? (Heck, they won't take her blood!) Stay tuned, folks. Stay tuned.