This darn computer. Just deleted. Another. Perfectly. Good. Blog. Post.
I suppose it's okay to be mad.
I'm not sure how to be mad.
"Just let it go."
Why? I'm mad.
"Stop with the attitude."
Oh, yes. I know I'm usually perfect. Forgive my humanity.
"What would Jesus do?"
Flipping tables is a viable option.
And my computer isn't the only thing that messed up within the past hour and a half. My cast iron skillet. My perfectly good cast iron skillet had rust on it. So I scrubbed it off and re-seasoned it and I hope I don't end up ruining the thing because I got it for Christmas almost two years ago and it's serviced the household perfectly well since then.
On the bright side, I got to write this morning. And the weather was nice.
I'm terrified. I'm submitting the first chapter of Book 3 as part of my creative writing college class. I sent in the rough draft and I don't think my teacher likes it very well. I made the rookie mistake of starting the book by introducing too many characters. You'd think that, by Book 3, I'm done making rookie mistakes. Apparently not.
I'm less mad.
Still a little mad.
But less mad.
The skillet's going to be fine. I can always write another blog post. The only thing I can copy verbatim from it is a quote by Dorothy Parker: “If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.”
Maybe if I write for a while I won't be angry. Maybe if I listen to music and crochet or play sudoku or do push-ups I won't be angry.
Maybe if I take deep breaths I won't be angry.
Dear readers, I genuinely don't know how to cope with anger. The emotion is new to me. I spent so much time growing up being scared that I forgot to ever feel angry. What am I supposed to do when I'm angry? Please let me know in the comments. Thank you. God bless you. And please, review us on Amazon. We need all the help we can get.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.