Because of school, work and life in general, I have been neglecting my writing lately-- my real, creative writing-- and it’s beginning to eat at me.  My edges are frayed, my soul is tattered, the words inside are piled up to my ears and starting to swim behind my eyeballs.  I must write.  It is an itch I have been unable to scratch, or at least scratch seriously, for over three weeks.  It’s starting to affect my mood, which is not a good thing if you’re within smacking distance.  I’m an angry woman writer.  I must write.

Thankfully, I have a three day weekend to catch up on some things, including writing.  Hopefully, lots of creative, productive writing and not just amusing e-mails and blog entries.  I also have a literature review to work on for my Women Writers class (coincidentally enough, the topic I’ve chosen to write about is anger as a source of feminine creative power) and books to read, both for class and the next meeting of The Highly Selective Book Club With Only Two Members^TM. 

I know it’s hard to believe, but no one has ever accused me of being a geek.  Must be all that sex writing I do.  It throws people off and keeps the geek reputation from sticking.

Posted by Kristina in Writing at 12:06 AM Permalink