Today’s writing was a complete failure. I couldn’t figure out what to write, couldn’t stay focused on writing at all, and then the kids woke up wicked early (for a Sunday), when I’d been counting on having more time, and I never got the time to get back to it later. As a result, I feel short of my word target and only got in a measly 360 words.
I think that falling short and not being able to get back to the writing all day was a factor, as is feeling overwhelmed in my day job (that always creeps up on me on Sundays) and exhausted lately, but I ended up feeling really down during the day. I feel like I’m headed toward that dangerous place where I start resenting everyone around me and all the external demands on my time that I can’t shake. I don’t want to feel that way, but sometimes it’s so easy to fall into it when things don’t seem to be going my way.