Today has been a humdinger. I'm ready to throw in the towel and pack up the family for a well-deserved vacay after a craptastic year - but we're stuck here in the ice in Virginia. So, to get my mind away from frigid temps and onto little fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, I'm telling the wee girls stories of malicious spirits and true love trapped on a faraway island under a gentle sun (because I burn like crazy). It helps them to relax and does even more for me; I'm no longer futzing about unmopped floors or self-imposed deadlines, I deserve to tell a story for the sake of rolling words on my tongue and painting the sky burnt orange if I feel like it.
Writing for publication can suck the fun right out of the process for me, the business side overshadows the urge to spill any secrets I've had locked inside (though I'm sure I'd make good money off of them, come to think of it). ;) What do you do when you're trapped in a funk?