I'm not blaming anyone or anything. It isn't like that. This... this... this....
I have been vacillating a lot lately between giddy and happy to angry and ready to chew someone's head off.
It might be my age.
I've heard hormonal mood swings can get mighty ugly at this age.
I told my writing sprint buddies I was going to write with them because I was so crazy angry so I took a few moments of down time to create this:
I posted it on the Writing Camp facebook page and both the me's were commenting.
The Writing Camp with JJS congenial camp counselor me... and the personal profile "Don't let her sunny disposition fool you" version of me.
It is actually kind of funny when you think of it.
I'm thinking now I am going to take a shower, drink some water, go for a walk, and watch this science experiment called my personal life do its next thing.
OR I just might allow my DIY rescue to do its magic.
You know, frame the poster. Hang it above my desk. Build myself a cocoon around my desk area. Continue to write, occasionally sticking my arm out of the cocoon for food or water. I don't even have my phone within arms reach which is just as well.
No one can call me and ask me to do anything I just don't feel like doing!
I love words. I really love words, I mean it sincerely.
I have a crush on words. I might love words more than I love you.
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