Today's quote: ~No one is more miserable than the person who wills everything and can do nothing. ~Claudius 10 BC-AD 54, Roman Emperor
My thoughts:~ Well, I picked this one for a reason. I have been STRUGGLING to write for the past week. There is probably a hundred valid reasons why I can't. My son was sick, I was sick, I was distracted with a new puppy and Jim's job promotion. It doesn't matter though. None of these reasons offer me any comfort. I've said it before, and I will say it a hundred times more, I'm sure. I NEED to write. It's like this deep DRIVING hunger that is seated somewhere in the depths of my soul that is only quenched when I write. It's my demon...my saving grace, my gift and my curse, all in one inseparable package. During times like this, I become quite irritable and frustrated, especially with myself. I know what I want to write, what I want to happen, yet when I sit down to do this, I stare off into space or even worse, I web SURF. Arrghhh.
Add into that mixture, cooking, cleaning, laundry, tending to the kids and housebreaking a puppy, not to mention that I want to start a new story that is HOUNDING me relentlessly, and it really does make for one very MISERABLE person. I'm driving myself mad with the expectations and deadlines that I place on myself. With all of the things that I WANT to accomplish, and the very few that I actually DO get done. Most writers will get very frustrated when that dreadful shadow and stifling weight of writer's block gets anywhere NEAR them. Maybe it's sad, but I would rather be behind on laundry and see dust somewhere and have a few great paragraphs written than to have a sparkling house...at the moment anyway.
The only problem with this is, it's just like life. Wish in one hand, shit in the other and see which one fills up first. You can WILL things as much as you want to, but that does not guarantee any of it will happen. So, on that note, and with a very weary sigh, I am going to leave you with these thoughts and open up Word Perfect. If I find myself doing anything but writing, or giving in to the temptation to surf, I will have to smack my own hands with a ruler or something because the true misery of wanting to get things done and not being able to do so is enough to make me
and at this point I might actually be willing to have someone stand behind me and