I’m working away here making major headway on Confessions in the Mural and I get a text. The one computer at work isn’t printing. At all. So after some thought I figured I better go in. This was a damned-if-I-do-damned-if-I-don’t moment because the issue actually came up Friday afternoon. I had contemplated going in over the weekend to work on it but there was a gumption problem.
That bit me in the ass!!
So I just returned home after two hours at the office, endless texts with my brother and a short trip to Walmart.
In a little while my daughter will be home wanting to know when supper is.
So that’s day one of vacation out the window!
I feel like I’m beating my head against a wall as far as this novel is concerned. I feel like I’m stuck in the mud. I don’t get the opportunity to work on it for extended periods of time. I don’t have many people to bounce ideas off of either.
I feel like I’ve just crashed and burned.
Over the weekend I was grateful, now here I am at the opposite end of that spectrum. That’s what I meant about going back and forth from one end of things to the next.
Everyone wants to know why I am so easily upset. Why I get so depressed. One day in my shoes and they might understand.
Well, better go get supper started.