"Frustration is the wet nurse of violence."
I'm sure I'm using that quote out of context but I'm so frustrated I could physically harm myself!
I've been dashing about all day for various reasons and eventually parked myself in front of the computer to get some work done (for writing.) And what? Everything is crap. Yep. Crap.
I don't know what's wrong with me today but all I'm currently able to produce is garbage and fertilizer.
John D. Brown taught a principle called "farmers faith" during the conference this weekend. It's the idea that "if you throw crap on the garden of your mind, things will grow." Well, apparently I'm in for a huge harvest then because I'm just spewing crap all over the page. (Seriously though, John Brown rocked.) I'm trying to do like he said and exercise a little faith that even though it sucks right now, I'm getting stuff out and the ideas are flowing and I can go back and make it better later.
But it's hard.
I'm so mad at myself I could...well, I have no idea! That's the problem! And I have set a major deadline for myself. (One that I can't shrug off. Really.)
If any of you have ideas about how to clear the field of crap, please let me know. Meanwhile, I guess I'm back to make like a newborn and dirty some diapers.