Bloody OCD. I have just submitted a commissioned piece to an outlet and refused to spend ages checking that it is actually the piece I wrote and that I did not accidentally include some kind of embarrassing nonsense in the middle of it. Also to talk myself down from the conviction that it will be discovered to have been written by AI even though it wasn’t. This is the same impulse that leads me to want to check that I did not absent-mindedly pack 2kg of cocaine and a bomb in my suitcase at airports even though I do not own either. FFS, brain. I am not paying any attention to you.