Well, I’m glad you asked (kinda) because I could use some pep talk and/or butt-kicking – I leave the approach up to you as long as it yields satisfying results.
My projects aren’t going. Not anywhere, not at all. Well, almost at all.
These days, everyone – real people at work and fake people between my ears – wants a piece of my brains so I feel like giving them a piece of my mind instead. It’s not even justified or fair or rational. I’m just grumpy.
Me. Grumpy. Yep, you should frame it.
I hate feeling this way. I don’t want to bite someone’s head off and I annoy myself when I rant – like right about now.
So when I get home from work, I watch TV, take a bubble bath, cook myself something or just sleep; none of which is conducive to writing.
I’m I-don’t-even-want-to-know how far behind on my Camp NaNoWrimo word count (which means my novel isn’t moving forward, which means I must likely won’t go to Surrey’s International Writer Conference after all) and I have barely started my WeSeWriMo writing.
Hell, I’m so “beh… writing” that I’m taping this at the speed of light without putting handy hyperlinks everywhere.
How dare I leave it up to you to Google the stuff I’m referring to?!
This. Has. To. Stop.
At least, it’s a somewhat funny rant.