You know those days where everything just goes wrong? Not the kind of days where you have a bit of writer`s block, but you know you can get past it if you really want to; not the days when your friends cancel on you, leaving you to spend the evening alone and you realize that the only person you`ve spoken to all day has been yourself (or your cat, or your cactus); not the kind of day where you crawl out of bed two hours after your alarm went off and you question whether or not you`re fit to be your own boss; no, I`m talking about the really bad days. The ones you remember for a long time. The ones that make you just want to go back to sleep and hope the next one will be better. I`m having one of those days today.
It started okay. My boyfriend woke me with a kiss and dragged me out of bed at 8AM. I felt like tired, but okay, and dicked around on the internet for an hour, trying to mentally prepare for the day`s task. See, I`ve been struggling with a mayor layout problem in my novel and today, I was going to look at it from a new and hopefully fresh angle. It required a bit of internet prowling just to get ready. Then I did my morning workout with the kettlebells and felt very accomplished, obviously I was off to a decent start. That is, until breakfast was devoured and I sat down in front of the computer to work.
Two hours later, I`d written three sentences and had yet to even consider my grand new idea. My concentration was faltering so I decided to treat myself to a glass of cola zero. Big mistake. Less than five minutes later, I poured this glass of coke right into my brand new computer (the one I spent six months saving up for). I ran for the bathroom, tried to soak up as much of the liquid as I could and instantly saved everything I`d written. Then I turned the computer off and put it face down on a carpet of rice, hoping it would soak up any residue. If I`m really, really lucky, I`ll only have a computer smelling of diet soda and not a broken, sticky mess (jury still out on this one).
I took a short coffee break, shook off my stress and horror, and decided to get down to work, this time on the PC. Despite the fact that the keyboard is set to Norwegian even though it`s American and I can`t find all the keys, I actually got some nice revisions done to the first chapter. Until the word program crashed, that is, taking with it all my revisions. I spent another hour trying to remember everything I`d done and re-writing it. Desperation was setting in, so I decided to call my mom to complain. But the computer didn`t have a microphone. I tried turning on internet sharing, thinking that I could use the wifi on my iphone to call her. But the PC/mac conversion didn`t work. So I turned to the old computer, patiently waiting for it to turn itself on only to remember that it didn`t have functioning sound. Last computer in the house, my boyfriend`s, got picked up and I turned it on, downloaded skype and watched it try and fail to function.
Giving up on comfort, I decided to test my theory on fixing the book. Turns out, my oh, so good idea is not feasible. So I`m back at square one. And I won`t even mention what happened when I tried to write a synopsis.
I`m leaving for training now. Here`s to hoping I don`t get run over by a car on the way.