Last night I forgot to leave a little water running. I didn’t know if it was going to get very cold, but it was already 38*F on my way home from work, so the chances were good.
Not to worry, the water is all still moving along just fine.
It’s another thing I need to remember and think about for the next few months.
When life piles up and options are limited, and the outlook is bleak, it can be hard not to get depressed. Life is throwing some curves right now, but the outlook really isn’t bleak unless I focus on the everyday… where it is sometimes hard to see the rosy hue.
What I do when life is hard is write. What I write might not be best-seller material, but it sure gets the angst out. Somehow, putting a character into a dicey situation is just the right call to give them a chance to work out their own problems. While they do that, I get to feel a little of their satisfaction.
It’s therapeutic to get it down and even challenging to make it useful in the process. So if I can figure out how to turn my frustrations into useful prose, I’ll have another full manuscript in no time!
So, I suppose we writers should be grateful for everything in life that comes our way, both good and bad. It’s all fodder for the WIP’s isn’t it?
