Not Everything that Rhymes is Stupid (or at Least I Hope Not)
or, better yet
Other Poisonous Things that are Pumped into My System, Other than the Ones Depicted Above
Those poisonous things are, of course the ever-buoyant (a fancy way of saying never-sinking) doubts that I am doing everything I can to progress the story forward in the most naturally consumable way—and that means that I need to give the reader a break and stop escalating the tension for at least a few hours of the story’s timeline.
Even if that means restraining myself from killing or hurting people for a time.