My home life isn't very enjoyable. It messes with my mindset, constantly. I don't know why I feel the need to take it out on small boxes that post my thoughts. Facebook used to get the punishment and this time it was my writing.com notebook. It's foolish. I wish I could stop. If only the people around me would consider my feelings before throwing anger fits... |
I watched a movie called Adaptation. It's about a guy that is challenged with writing a (plotless) book into a screenplay. There was one scene where the protagonist sat down to start his screenplay and here is basically what he said, "How do I begin? I need coffee. Coffee and a bagel. Maybe I'll write the first page then reward myself with coffee and a bagel. I should exercise more." This is how I usually feel. I will write about 750 words, then get bored and play video games. |