Nothing to See Here. Moving Right Along.

Posted on 04/04/2012 by


I am having a problem with sucking. Much sucking today. And yesterday. Yesterday was awful. I wrote some things but I’m pretty sure they were dreadful. I don’t really want to look at them, I’m afraid I’ll be ashamed of myself.

Editing never works when I’m in this mood because everything I’ve ever written seems terrible and I just want to rip it apart. But first drafting seems a bit dubious too. I’ve managed to use the word ‘snarled’ three times in the same half chapter and nothing’s exploded yet.

At least I’m awake now. And I’m… well, I’m doing something with consciousness. Sanity is optional. And I think I’ve chosen not.

It seems very wasteful to have finally rebuilt my computer into its fabulous zippy self again only to waste it by poking at the keyboard in a lacklustre fashion and then turning to glare at the ceiling. But hey, it’s a fascinating ceiling. It’s all… flat and… there… Okay, now I feel like the ceiling is glaring at me.

Right. That’s it. I’m having breakfast and then I’m starting the day over again with slightly less idiocy. Wish me luck.