Those were the first four words to come to mind when I typed those letters. But really I am grateful it’s Friday. The brain is mushy canned spinach. It has been one long week of trudging through editing, promoting and marketing and I am, shall we say a bit frayed. Frayed just like a piece of that one material…oh I can’t remember exactly what kind of material it is. It completely loses any sense of continuity once it tears. You know the one, since you are all fabric specialists.
Today we are going to discuss refilling the cup, your cup as it were. You can’t write for three weeks staright and never take a break. You know, there probably are people who do. You know there are…because I am one of them. Writer’s, myself included, are usually crazy people and ew often push ourselves to outlandish limits. But any work-a-holic is guilty of this and we all have to refill the cup! I’m thirsty damn it!
This weekend I am going to go see a movie and see if I can just enjoy the show rather than dissecting the writing the entire time: “Oooh that was brilliant…what?? really that’s the best you could come up with??…aw see? Why can’t I come up with twists like that?…Oh how SWEET! Who wrote this again?…Are you kidding me??
Yes, it’s true I do this. No, it is not because I think I am a superior writer. This is the result of me not taking a break when needed. Can’t even enjoy a movie without turning the “writer” off.
If the smacking sensation of this particular wall sounds (or feels) familiar, stand…step away from the computer and go para sailing.
Yes, you must go para sailing. Do you see any other options offered?