Its odd. Before I begin writing/editing for the new book, I get a gut wrenching anxiety-esque sensation that wont go away until I close the document.
There are certian things that make my guts freak out. The number one cause is THE DOOR BELL. I was forced to dismantle my doorbell.
I have no idea why, I have no traumatic events in my life linked to doorbells but I CAN NOT stand them. My guts literally jump and tense up for hours when I hear one.

So now I have a note on my door. PLEASE KNOCK. THE BELL IS BROKEN.

Dont know why a knock is fine. Dont care.