Stress

The last two weeks have been challenging for a bunch of reasons. Both my husband and I caught the same wicked cold, crazy crap happened that needed to be dealt with right away, my cat got sick AGAIN (but thank the gods he got better without needing a $300+ vet visit), my kid has been frustrating, we had a weird flea scare with our new cat, and all of this left me feeling completely emotionally exhausted.

SOMEHOW, my husband made it to the 60 page mark on our draft last week.

And somehow, I had to write at least five pages today.

My five pages had been massively stressing me out. I am worried about where the script is going. I'm not sure what we have is good enough or strong enough, and I keep telling myself that it is a draft, and I need to just write the damned draft, and then I can change whatever the hell I want later.

Yesterday afternoon, I felt like life was crumbling down around me. It was just too many things, stacked on top of each other. I was tired. I was tired of feeling like there would be no end to all of the miserable things. I was tired of feeling like there would never be any end to weird expenses and bills.

I was tired of feeling like I would NEVER EVER GET TO WHERE I WANTED TO BE.

Which is EXACTLY WHERE MY PROTAGONIST WAS, emotionally speaking.

So I sat down and I wrote, and my protagonist LOST HER SHIT. And I loved it.

And that's how I got my five pages in today.