Who knew anger was inspiring?
After a hectic morning or errands and busy work, it was after one in the afternoon before I sat down at my desk.
I figured I’d have to work well into the evening… and possibly night to make decent progress on my WIP so I decided to make the social network rounds while checking my email.
Everything was fine until I opened that email.
I saw red. I saw stars, and I’m sure my blood pressure spiked.
What someone saw as a simple request to me was nerve, gall…the audacity of the millennium! Excuse me, I wasn’t aware you are the center of the universe!
Before I could respond with an epic verbal smack-down, I said goodbye to a couple of friends I’d been chatting with, turned on my Internet blocker and pulled up my WIP.
I pulled out an existing 2-scene one-thousand word section with the intention of rewriting it as one scene.
That’s not what happened.
But the time I looked up five hours later, I had re-written the scenes…but I’d added four more scenes and nearly five-thousand words.
I was also almost at the midpoint of the story.
On day two.
Because I got mad.
Now I’m laughing at myself.
Anger is not healthy and I try to avoid it whenever possible. But, it happens to us all. At least now I know instead of fuming and ranting and raving, I can benefit from it by channeling it into something which results in a positive outcome.
Like writing.
