Author R.A. Gasparac

I want to punch today in the face.  Day job B did its best to lower my morale before I could even type my words for the day. ( to be clear – this is not due to any of the actual work, or people I interacted with – the day just ended like this out of nowhere.)

Theres no reason for the day to make me so angry and dejected. No one put me here but myself – and today I just want to devour a vat of ice cream, scream at everything, and sleep until next century.

The oddest part is that none of this has to even do with Nano. Except I still got on my computer and tried to work a scene out. Other than that the day is a wash.  It is safe to say my writing is the one thing good about my day.  I just wish I could fall into it right now. The process can be so healing – but these emotions I’ve ‘sicked’ on myself make it to where I loathe my prose and verbage.

Why couldnt my writing not work today? Then I could write it off as an off day…. but apparently self loathing is the theme for my day and who am I to deny it?

Anyone else feel like your day just ‘Mad Max-ed’ itself? Are you feeling shiny and chrome? Do you wish someone would be your blood bag? I know I do. Misery loves company. Please let me know I’m not alone in this. Comment below.