Showing posts with label there is a black eyed dog under the desk and he's weeing on my shoes. Show all posts
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Friday, 20 February 2009

Woof woof argh get off and let me write happy things

Slightly late coffee this morning as I didnt get time to type this up last night. Help yourself to brews and biscuits, there's a posotive array of lovely drinks sitting around for the Racers today and if you're really lucky there might be some slightly naughty choccy cake hidden under the lid of the biscuit jar... unless I have already eaten it in my enormous strop.

No, there is some left. Hurrah.

I feel so epically BLAH today I am going to have gin, yes I know it's too early!

My question this morning is very simple and is rather apt for me today. I am in a foul mood, couldnt be fouler if I actually was a chicken to be quite frank. There is a black eyed dog sitting under my desk nibbling my toes, and because I didnt save the Metro off the Tube this morning I cant even whack him on the nose with a newspaper. Everything is wrong side out today.

So how do you other writers* cope when you are feeling 'nowty' as my good old Yorkshire mum would say? When you look at your work and think God this is a load of tripe even when other people, clever people, have informed you that it is actually rather good and when you are feeling normal about things you think it is good too? How do you get yourself out of the writing gloom? What do you do when you can't stop thinking about what would have happened if you'd given up the writing dream to actually concentrate on another, more lucrative, easier to break into type career?

I am almost 30, and if I had known when I was 16 and choosing my career path that I would have had a series of crappy admin jobs to keep me afloat financially while chasing 'writer' as my future career, I'd have gone into law or medicine like I planned when I was first picking my GCSEs.

Sorry for the rather whiney nature of this post. I clearly need putting in a bag and shaking up (another good old Yorkshire mum saying).


*I'm not even sure I get to call myself a writer today. See I am feeling that chuffing negative. It's so rubbish. Sorry for mincing at everyone, there are far more important things to be negative about, at least I have a job and a partner and my health etc etc.