Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria
tedwords

Mourning After

With the traces of alcohol still swimming around my system, with the taste of cigarette still in my mouth, and nursing memories of loud music and very pretty boys, I sit here with my head lowered, needing to put into words what I'm feeling. And coming up empty. There are just so many emotions right now. Elation. Disappointment. Empowerment. Fear. Giddiness. Sadness. Freedom. Insecurity. How have I managed to arrive at this point in the journey?

I am staying home from work today. At least, for part of the day. I am nursing the remains of a bad cold and at seven, believe it or not, I still felt a little tipsy (it was whatever they put in that tubey thing, I swear).

This is all great, but I miss my focus. FOCUS, man. At least, I did call Harper Collins on the book on Thursday, so I'm proud of that. But I need to get back to the third novel, to writing every day. If only I could just blow someone and get this settled once and for all.

(eww, I'm going to pay for that comment. Well, shit. There it is.)

I'm going down, down, down...
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