You're Good For My Ego

I just have to say that being on here has been great for my writing ego. I know every writer goes through times when they feel like they aren't good enough, I feel that way frequently, but then I write something quick and dirty for a blog on here and the comments I get back are amazing, even if they sometimes sting a little. So, I just want to say thanks! You are all awesome!

So annoyed

Do you ever have one of those days where everything goes your way? You have a wonderful day, get lots accomplished, like, oh, say writing 18 pages of decent story, have an awesome critique group, They Like It They Like It, then you get home.

The dog peed in the floor while hubby sat with my laptop watching hockey fights. He’s obviously in a bad mood, not speaking, just kind of glowering in my direction. I clean up the mess, and thinking it would be easier to just leave him alone and let him get over whatever has his shorts in a twist, I sat down on the couch to read a few chapters…

Evidently that was a bad idea.

As we went to bed for the night, things only got worse. I don’t know what I said or what I did that made him SO angry, but last night was one of those really really long nights. No sleep for me.

He’s fine this morning, and it is my turn to be pissed. I’ve had no sleep, got my rear end chewed repeatedly last night, and I’m just in a foul mood.

I checked all the blogs I follow this morning and wouldn’t you know, not a single funny one posted yet. They all seem to be politically based this morning.

Somebody PLEASE post a funny today! I am in desperate need!

Critique Group

My critique group meets tonight. I’m a little worried about it though. Karin has found this amazing group to work with, but I was uncomfortable with them (okay, not exactly them, but the children that were there.) They seem to be helping her out so much though, and my group is sketchy at best.

Karin decided to go with me two weeks ago (one week after I had totaled my new car). I hadn’t gone the week before because I was a little busy heeling up, but when we got to the meeting place, the doors were locked and the lights were off. I called the “leader” of our little group and she told me that they thought I had quit since I wasn’t there the week before. I explained to her what happened and she told me I could come back again tonight.

Now, to me, I was hoping for something more along the lines of, “We’re glad you didn’t quit! You have some good insight and we want you to participate.” But no, I was given permission to attend again… if I brought Karin… hmmm. What does that say about my writing? Doesn’t make me feel worth a damn.

Oh, well, I’m off to internet land to search for any contests going on right now. Oh, and I guess I should get back to work.