The atmosphere in my house is … tense. For a multitude of reasons. My husband gets nuts when the New York Jets play. He literally screams at the television, scaring the kids and the dog, and they’re not having a great season (the Jets, not the dog). Meanwhile, I’m trying to stay offline in an attempt to cling to my last remaining bits of sanity and self-control. I desperately wish I could Rip-Van-Winkle away the next few days. I just want to wake up on Wednesday feeling like this country is going to be all right, ya know? And lastly, my manuscript, which has been a monster of a book to draft, feels like a never-ending burden. I know it will get finished one day. But one day feels like an eternity from now. And I question everything I’m doing. Everything.
Anyway, in an effort to distract myself from the unpleasantness that is 2016, and procrastinate the book that gives me agita, I’ve been enjoying a steady of diet of Buzzfeed videos and Pinterest — two innocuous things providing me with a daily dose of fluff and mindlessness. So far, it’s working in that it lowers my blood pressure and raises my consciousness on what happens when couples wax each others’ facial hair (it’s a thing, apparently).
I’ve been throwing around the notion that writers are probably more neurotic and depressive creatures than most people (or at least, I am). I think it’s because we live in our imaginations so much, we see the world as this magical place, but reality can often be an uneventful letdown. It’s easy for writers to disconnect from the real world in favor of the made-up place they prefer. I have a hard time not assigning every stranger I meet an elaborate backstory or secret identity. Or walking around the woods wondering if I’m going to stumble upon a dead body (I blame Law and Order for this). My mind is always spinning a story, always imagining the possibilities, and it makes for a chaotic reality that only I endure.
This blog post seems to be as scattered and disjointed as I currently feel.
How are you all coping?