02/23/00 -- Some days, frustration has huge dangerous teeth

Look at the bones, man!

No, frustration is not a cute little fluffy bunny.   Yes, it has huge, deadly teeth.  And when those teeth sink in, they don't like to let go.

I'd like to be able to write again. I really would.  I've got ideas.  I've got ideas to spare!  I've got characters clamoring for attention.

And I can't write a damn thing that's worth keeping.  I start.  And it's crap.  I pick up on something I'd started before... and it's crap.  I can't find the right words, or the right way to say them.  Everything sounds trite and pointless, no matter how much I care about the characters, or the situation I've put them in, or their world.

Bah.  Maybe I should go flip burgers.