oh-well-day
Yesterday, I sorta digressed from my image of a decent mother and wife. Well, but it was fun and I managed to write 600+ words too, so everything is shiny.
Today, I’ll be happy to do anything at all; the upcoming scene is an “I’m listening to Trent Reznor to get in the right mood” type and I haven’t been writing anything remotely like this for a long, long time. Come to think of it, I haven’t written anything remotely like this since “Metal” (a fairly good stage play about severely broken relationships), and “Metal” was written before I even met my husband.
Love does things like that: mine asked me whether it was OK to drop the scary moods and brooding and writing along with it to be together with the man I love, and I said yes; and it took more than three years to figure out the way to be somewhat stable emotionally and keep writing.
Now, my husband is checking my wordcount before he’s checking my beercount. I still don’t know what to make of it.
