laughter writing is the best medicine

After feeling pretty down for a while now, I forced myself to commit to some writing the other day.

Bum in chair and hands on keyboard I still felt pretty crappy. I began by tying out the basic premise for a new short story submission. It’s an old idea that’s been knocking round in my head for a while, nothing fancy just a flash of an outline.

Once I had that on screen, I felt a few sparks of life running through my mind. My brain realised my hands were connected to the keyboard and took control of them. Slowly I typed out a few lines, some simple stuff, a few opening lines that helped set the mood for the story. Suddenly (don’t use suddenly in your fiction, folks) my hands were running wildly over the keyboard, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, instead I watched as the spelling errors and grammatical mistakes began to pile up. Full stops were ignored; commas went in left, right, and centre; strange words appeared as Word attempted to auto correct the abysmal spelling…

But I was writing!

The strange wordy beast that lives in my head was alive once again. It had taken me over and I was helpless. Bound and gagged (mentally at least) I sat and watched the word count grow. These words were coming out of me…out of little old depressed me! Somewhere inside me the switch had flipped back to writer mode and all the misery and the crap in my life went out of the window, it didn’t matter anymore.

All that mattered was I was writing, and I enjoyed it!