I'm writing notes for a book that I like the idea and think might be an important story to tell (okay, elements of it at least) but I just can't seem to find the passion (like I have done with my other manuscripts) to sit down and just write it. I don't want this story to end up like the countless others that sit on my USB incomplete.
I'm still texting the Grunt in Green (no longer using his other alias) and I was very clear on the fact I want to see him. Which made me feel bitchy and demanding and now I question why he has been texting more frequently. Is it because he feels pressured? Damn this is so frustrating.
I'm rattling around in the house looking for something to do (maybe I should be writing) while also dodging yelled commands from my father. I may not have anything to do but I don't want to wash up or clean windows or listen to him huff and puff because the vacuuming wasn't done to his specifications (he really is picky).
Perhaps I need a change. A change in location, or job or something! Anything to get my blood moving a little bit faster, make me feel more than blah.