Well. Friday. I am worrying about the weekend. About packing, getting everything together. I need to call about the washing machine, too.
I am in such a foul mood today. Everything is pissing me off.
It's all rather a blur when I feel like this. There is something coming over me, something that has already come over me, a big ball of confusion. I want to write I can't write I want to see I want to be loved I want I want so much but what do I really want?
I have been out and about, clustering and making notes, watching people and thinking. Reading and writing. But I am no closer. I need to find out what decision one of my characters has just made, what important change-of-life decision. Maybe I will sleep on it. Make notes of my sleep-thinking.