Monday, November 8, 2010

Can You Write Angry?

Okay, I've got a question for you guys to assure myself that it's not just me...

By Saturday, 11/6, I'd written over 25,000 words of the NaNoWriMo goal of 50,000 words of a new novel for the month.

Yesterday, I had an unpleasant argument with someone. Well, one unpleasant argument after another after another - there was no pleasing this person! Anyway, I ended up shaking mad. (It's been a while since I've been shaking mad! Probably since the last time I argued with this person. ('Doctor, it hurts when I do this. So don't do that.') Sigh.)

The point is that I didn't write yesterday. I planned my day to write. I set my goal at 5,000 words minimum. (I'm pretty busy for the next seven days straight so I want to keep my word count high to offset living my outside life.)

I didn't write one word. I even wanted to write one word just to have written at least one word but I didn't write one word. I couldn't look at my notebook - I couldn't even think about the murder mystery, the Westins or my fictional town.

What about you? When you get shaking mad (assuming I'm not the only one this happens to outside of bad movies) and you're in a bad mood for the rest of the day, can you write? Or do any kind of creative thing you might enjoy? Quilting or singing or even chores where you have to think like paying the bills or doing your taxes?

What do you do with the rest of your day once you realize you can't break free from the prison of a bad mood but it's noon and you can't go to bed?

I'm very curious and eagerly awaiting your answers...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Touched on Halloween

Words are needed for the pictures below so they come across as powerful as they are.

Trick-or-treaters came to our door. A bunch of little kids - one dressed as a witch with awesome green face paint, a cute teeny tiny sheriff, a cowboy and so on.

Then there was the mailman. I held the bucket out for the kids to chose their choice of chocolate sugar and he handed me a little card. "This is for you," he said in a little boy's voice.

"For me?"

He shrugged his little shoulders. "I'm giving them to everyone." He took his candy and left.

I opened the tiny card and choked up.

Sweeter than any candy...