Coming out of this haze, during which I feel guilty about doing anything but work on the project (including eating, sleeping, reading anything other than what I'm working on, enjoying anything ...), is like filling my lungs with the freshest air I've ever experienced (I think, really, that I even forget to breathe properly). The momentary sense of accomplishment (the thought, there .... that's done ... for now) is thrilling.
The light at the end of the tunnel, however, usually leads to another tunnel, so that moment doesn't last long. I guess that's how we get somewhere interesting. How we move mountains that seem insurmountable. A/J