Today is IWSG (Insecure Writers Support Group), and instead of a rant or an insecure blog, I have a ray of sunshine.
In a sense.
For the last month I've been getting more and more negative. Everything piles up. I have less patience, less interest in dealing with people. I make a statement and it turns into a war. I don't make a statement and it turns into a war. I try to give my opinion and I'm "starting an argument." I don't give my opinion and I'm "too passive."
And it's not just me. It seems like everything is getting more and more negative, and I'm not dealing well with that. Especially right now, when I'm worried and wondering what I should do, hoping to find an alternative. The news is all hatred and fear and people being idiots, and I need to start looking for a job but I know if I do I'll find one and I don't want to find one.
It feels like the negativity is being aimed right at me, like oobleck. But somewhere out there the sun is shining. I just can't see it through the sludge.
And then I realized something.
I haven't been writing. I've been blogging, editing, working in the yard, but not writing. So I curled up in my room and pounded out a short story.
I woke up this morning and the sun was shining. I woke up laughing and excited about the day (although not about that particular story).
So on the darkest days, when I'm buried in Oobleck, I need to remember that the sun is shining somewhere out there, and start writing.