There are days when nothing works. The words don’t come, the machines rebel, (the camera decides to be fussy, and the shift key won’t respond). These are the days when you either A) yell and throw things, B) shred everything in sight and pretend you can really start your life over just like that, or C) find some small victory to tide you over, then pack it in for a bit.
I screamed a little, but refrained from throwing things, which is sort of a victory right there but not enough to make me feel better. I figured someone would track me down no matter how much of my life I tried to erase, so shredding my writing notes wouldn’t help. That left finding another small victory, which in this case was the dining table. I’ve got some papers on it, but not nearly as many as before. I’ve been keeping up with the mail and putting things away, not down. This is a good sign.
Tomorrow, I will return to writing. Perhaps the machines will work better. Perhaps the words will flow. If not, I’ll repeat the exercise of finding a small victory.
Luck and wisdom!
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We’ve all been there. Let us know how tomorrow goes.
I wrote a bit – not on my novel, but at least I wrote.