When my husband complimented me the other day on my resilience and optimism about my writing, I gawked at him. He should know me better than that. I’m the pessimist in the family; didn’t he realize there was so much more to it?
Of course not. I hadn’t told him (turns out he’s not a mind reader). So here’s the other side of the coin, the yang to my writerly yin. Here’s what I also (predominantly) think:
I don’t know what the flippin’ hell I’m doing. Oh, and I’m getting nowhere. Fast. Waste of my freakin’ time. For nothing.
There it is. The Dark Side of the Force. The Vader to my Anakin.
(But wait… I hear something. It’s vague, and fuzzy… muffled, like the voice speaks through water…
There is still good in her… I can feel it…)
