We all have terrible days. Those kinds of days where you want to just pull the blankets over your head and go back to sleep or when you wake and not a damn thing goes right from the moment your feet hit the floor. My personal favorites are the ones when someone strikes a wrong chord with you and all you want to do is throw every piece of china you can get your hands on at them. *takes a deep breath* Yes, we can all relate to those kinds of days.
What kills me is when I finally get the inspiration to write and one of those days comes crashing down right on top of me.
Last night, I wanted to write. I’d been stressed out all day, stressed for the last two weeks to be honest, and I suddenly found myself with a few moments of peace and actually in the mind set to write. It figures that SOMETHING would kick the happiness right out of me. My husband, bless his little heart, decided to start a rather frustrating conversation that predictably landed me in a bitch of a mood.
I didn’t want to write then. I didn’t want to do anything. I disappeared into my room, readied myself for bed, and stared at the ceiling.
I had wanted to write. I should have written. There was no excuse why I didn’t just channel all that anger and frustration and pain into a scene, into a character. But no, I chose to shut down completely. Cause that’s what I do. I shut down.
What does this have to do with writing? A lot actually, especially when it comes to me. I will find every excuse under the sun why I can’t write. When I finally do find a moment of drive and inspiration, it often is overshadowed by days like yesterday.
How do I push past it?
When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.