Hi all! I'm sort of winded now, after I wrote this post on TCoML. I was pretty much preaching to myself about how much I have to be thankful for and thought someone else might find value in it. So feel free to check it out. :-)
As for my writing... I'm pretty frustrated right now. Which might or might not be the cause of my funk that made it necessary for me to write the above post.
See, if I EVER needed a reminder as to why I have to write every day, all I had to do is to prevent myself from writing when I really really want to. For example, by oversleeping twice in a row. >_<
My whole world outlook changes, because I can't just recycle my more bleak thoughts and emotions into writing.
I really HATE having a black rainy cloud of doom and gloom spoiling my day, so I become cranky.
So cranky, in fact that I swear the contact of air against my skin grates my nerves.
Know the feeling?
Now, I'm never quite without that outlook I mentioned, but when I write, I work through it all and give my weird and very twisted sense of humor a chance to kick in. If I don't, things just build up and they don't look so funny any more.
What to do?
Well... first, Doc G prescribes an hour of singing, followed by hours of wild literary abandon, either in her own book or someone else's. So that's what I'll do.
Does not writing make you cranky too? How do you deal with it when you absolutely cannot write?