The booster has been running through my veins for about ten hours. I cannot mentally move things, change things, or create things. I have to still do work. What a sham.
But I hate feeling like I am just one more writer with confidence issues. It’s so cliché and uninteresting.
“Let me be alone with my bad attitude.”
If I take a few wrong turns, I could end up in Canada instead of at work.
Getting through the morning took a full day’s worth of effort.
“But I don’t like writing!”
“Few people do, bud.”
My smiles have been fake all day and now my cheeks, in addition to my soul, hurt.
If I don’t write down the plan it will be easier to change later.
Well, the good news is that there is a lot of room to not be so dumb.
On the real.
I don’t feel like writing today.