Irritated
i am trying (TRYING) to write a story. Not even a novel, or a novella, not anything trying to be presumptuous. I’m trying to dig back into something I’ve kind of shut myself off from (writing) and it’s H-A-R-D. Seriously. It’s not like another hobby you can put down for a few years and then just pick it back up again, No problems. It’s killin’ me. I feel though, like the story is burning to get out of me. I feel like I should write it hot and fast and just… put the fire out.
It’s like holding a breath in, or dieting. All you can think about is when you get to breathe again, or eat something GOOD. I’m frustrated.
No. I won’t be posting the story on the blog. Not that you wanted to read it anyway. Like I said. Hot and fast. Messy, and angry and OUT.