I have a problem. Don't worry, it's not a scary have-to-go-to-the-doctor-and-get-that-looked-at problem. More of an annoyance, a slight irritating itch that I can't quite reach. The problem flares its ugly head often, tickling me with slimy fingers that leaves a trace.
I struggle to write when people are around me. I'm not talking about taking my laptop into a coffee shop full of people. I'm talking just my boyfriend in the room or my sister moving around her house as I get a break from my nephew to sneak a few words in. Another presence in the room with me and my ability to write runs for the hills. The feeling of someone leaning over my shoulder, watching every letter appear makes me nervous. My stomach turns and I start squirming like a spotlight is shining over me and a panel of judges are ready to give their verdict.