When things don’t pan out, writing wise.
I’ve got a slew of half-finished pieces, but everytime I start working on one of them and I stall I get hit with a wave of “Aww, fuck it”, and I move onto something else. Then the process repeats itself, and so on and so on until something I used to find fun isn’t anymore.
Anyhow, I’m just venting because I’m in one of those “Aww, fuck it” stages right now.
To move from one place in the house to another place in the same house.
Stupid treadmill.
Stupid lack of extra space.
Stupid me and Baguette for buying a treadmill with nowhere to put it.
Today is going to be a long day.
Peaks and valleys.
Highs and lows.
Manic then depressive.
I’ve got it all man.
Okay, not so much that last one.
And only as it pertains to writing.
But still, you get my point.
Today has not been a good day so far. A guy swerved into my lane on the 401 this morning as I was passing him, I’ve had to redo some stuff at work (no consequence to this mind you, just mindless repetition) and I almost fatally broke French for Grapefruit this morning.
On the plus side…
Nope, no plus side.
