I'm currently battling a case of the sads. I have no idea why.
OK, I have some idea, but it doesn't account for all the sad. I'm trying to figure out if I want it to work its way into a short story. I'm wondering if I can handle that. (Maybe with a Woodchuck in hand. Or maybe not.)
I've also been in a very macabre mood lately. A leftover Halloween decoration, which I hadn't even put up for Halloween, is now a permanent decoration in my home. Bloody handprints that affix to the mirror. They look great at my vanity. (Nobody would ever guess that I write about monsters...)
I started listening to Alkaline Trio again, which I only do when I'm in very specific moods. Translation: Watch the fuck out.
I feel like there are things in my brain, the makings of a short story or several, gently clawing to get out. I don't have a sense of what exactly they're like yet--just that they're there. Stay tuned.
For the new year, I need more/better routine for my writing. I need to do less that isn't writing-related. I want my head to feel like it's going to explode from the sheer amount of creativity/characters inside, not because the daily mundane chores are all heaped upon me and making me feel like I'm thisclose to a massive freak-out.
I need to daydream less and do more.