I Have a Case of the Snarlies
It's been too long since I had the time to make my creative projects a priority. By that, I mean I haven't written in a week, maybe more. Time gets away from me, fatigue enters into the picture, and I just end up so damned overwhelmed I can't even think about my own life, let alone the lives of my characters. This doesn't happen often because I am a huge proponent of disciplined art. When it does, however, my entire mood shifts and I get a serious case of the Snarlies.
The Snarlies are a mood when everyone rubs you the wrong way, no matter who they are. I tend to feel like a cat who is being petted against the grain of my fur. When the Snarlies get really bad, I feel like every nerve ending is standing three inches out of my skin, waiting to be aggravated. You look at your loved ones and all you can see are reasons why you didn't get that last chapter done. The resentment builds until you can't even think about being around people. They've done absolutely nothing to cause this. It's simply a lack of prioritizing on your own part, but they bear the brunt of it. It's not a pleasant feeling for anyone involved.
When you can recognize the Snarlies, it helps. Of course, for me, it takes a few days before I realize why I'm so grumpy, why I'm plotting the demise of everyone I see, why I simply want to be cuddled then immediately left alone then cuddled some more and why the Hell don't you read my mind and understand that, huh??? By that time, the family is ready to ship me to Siberia -- even the Schnoodle. (The Turtle couldn't give a crap because, hey, he's a turtle and a complete bad ass. If he ever got out of his tank on his own, we'd be in trouble)
How to fix the Snarlies? Is it possible? For me, it usually takes vast amounts of chocolate and booze. Unfortunately, since I'm in the middle of a lifestyle change (i.e. my doctor told me to stop with the emotional eating, get my ass outside and moving every day, and to cut back on the wine... Talk about a blow!), I'm having to figure out how to destroy the Snarlies without my usual crutches. It is not a pleasant or easy task, especially during Cadbury Cream Egg season. Therefore, today, after I've done my Power Walk through the neighborhood (and the subsequent Power Drag of the Schnoodle when he gets tired of our pace and distance), I'm going to make sure things are tidy and settle in to write. Nothing else today. I have a book file to re-edit for print and I need to get the second novel through it's first editing and finished.
Wish me luck! I need to get back to a more friendly, happy mien and soon because it's too damned cold in Siberia.
The Snarlies are a mood when everyone rubs you the wrong way, no matter who they are. I tend to feel like a cat who is being petted against the grain of my fur. When the Snarlies get really bad, I feel like every nerve ending is standing three inches out of my skin, waiting to be aggravated. You look at your loved ones and all you can see are reasons why you didn't get that last chapter done. The resentment builds until you can't even think about being around people. They've done absolutely nothing to cause this. It's simply a lack of prioritizing on your own part, but they bear the brunt of it. It's not a pleasant feeling for anyone involved.
When you can recognize the Snarlies, it helps. Of course, for me, it takes a few days before I realize why I'm so grumpy, why I'm plotting the demise of everyone I see, why I simply want to be cuddled then immediately left alone then cuddled some more and why the Hell don't you read my mind and understand that, huh??? By that time, the family is ready to ship me to Siberia -- even the Schnoodle. (The Turtle couldn't give a crap because, hey, he's a turtle and a complete bad ass. If he ever got out of his tank on his own, we'd be in trouble)
How to fix the Snarlies? Is it possible? For me, it usually takes vast amounts of chocolate and booze. Unfortunately, since I'm in the middle of a lifestyle change (i.e. my doctor told me to stop with the emotional eating, get my ass outside and moving every day, and to cut back on the wine... Talk about a blow!), I'm having to figure out how to destroy the Snarlies without my usual crutches. It is not a pleasant or easy task, especially during Cadbury Cream Egg season. Therefore, today, after I've done my Power Walk through the neighborhood (and the subsequent Power Drag of the Schnoodle when he gets tired of our pace and distance), I'm going to make sure things are tidy and settle in to write. Nothing else today. I have a book file to re-edit for print and I need to get the second novel through it's first editing and finished.
Wish me luck! I need to get back to a more friendly, happy mien and soon because it's too damned cold in Siberia.
No comments have been added yet.
