Not sure what’s up, but I think I need to write something “else.” I don’t know what that means, but maybe more Fruben? Maybe something else? I have no idea, really. I just need … something else. I have a couple things I need to wrap up before I can get to writing, but it’s going to happen today. Must write.
It’s weird. I mean, after finishing “The Constant Sheepherder” this morning, I’ve felt this bizarre mix of … well, not so much a mix of emotions, just … loathing for my own writing. Like, this very blog entry. I hate it and I don’t want to keep writing it. I want to throw the monitor out the window, not… *shudders* …but by the same token, I know that the only way to feel better about any of it is to keep writing.
*shakes head* So, I’ve resolved that I have to do something. I don’t know what, yet, just that I’m going to write it, and I’m going to feel better. It doesn’t have to be good, I just have to do it. And then it’ll be done, I’ll have written something, and I can reestablish the shaky truce I usually have with myself.