Mopey whinings

[katiefoolery]

Did you ever have one of those days when you just don’t feel like yourself?  I mean, literally.  As though someone snuck in overnight, kicked your personality out of your head and promptly took up mopey residence in its place?

That’s me right now.  Actually, to be more accurate, that’s been me since yesterday.  I really don’t appreciate not feeling like myself.

I’m amazed I even managed to make any sort of progress on my website re-design yesterday, especially since everything else turns to total crap whenever I touch it.  I thought I was doing well when I wrote a ficlet based on a prompt word the good morbane was kind enough to send me.  It was a great prompt word and an OK fic but the more I thought about it, the more it annoyed me and I ended up deleting it.

And thus it joined the three other posts I’ve started writing over the past week.

Everything I touch just turns to blah right now.  Even my annoying muses have been quiet... and it turns out that’s not the absolute bliss I imagined it would be.  I actually managed to get to sleep last night without having to endure Jane’s boundless enthusiasm for hours on end... and that felt very wrong indeed.  It’s the first time in about a fortnight I’ve been able to do that.

Worse, there’s a story I really want to write but I daren’t touch it right now because I don’t want it to turn to blah.  And I don’t want to ruin it before I've had a chance to make something of it.

It’s all very frustrating, really.

Comments

[elfie-chan.livejournal.com]

Alas. Perhaps Lizzie can do more research for her regarding spells for pea soup.

Perhaps Jane should advertise for a highwayman.