The original EMO–me

As much as I did work on NaNo today, I am still…  *sigh*  Blah.

I’m working through some interview questions tonight that will appear in a writer magazine in February. Yes, you read it right. I was floored when asked a few months ago, and I still have a flutter in my chest when thinking about it.

And yet, I’m still sad.

To top it off, I have a horrible morning in store tomorrow. My kids complained about some boy in their class, and at first I dismissed it as kids being kids. But not so. This boy is making crude requests to my girls. He also apparently can’t keep his hands to himself either. Needless to say I want to bring down the house at the thought of some boy harassing my girls, but what makes me even angrier is the possibility he is doing it to other little girls who are not so strong willed as mine to say no. So, if  the world quakes tomorrow morning, you will know that Mari has unleashed her temper. Yes, I am very, very angry.

Sad and angry. Probably not a good combination for me.

I received my copy of Writing for Emotional Balance today. (Yeah, it sat overnight in the mailbox. Ugh.) It looks like a workbook for those with overwhelming emotions. It isn’t exactly a writer’s guide to emotional balance, but for anyone with the problem of overactive emotions. And the way the book suggests? Writing exercises in a journal. Interesting. As I have always kept journals ever since I was a kid, I am unsure how this will help. Maybe a few guided exercises will make me change my mind. Yes, I always kept some sort of journal. I have several hidden away. I’d go through spurts of writing in a journal then nothing for years, then back again. Right now my journal is my free writing before I write for my day. I look back through the journal I kept back in college and I shake my head. I am still so emotional. I am the original EMO. I just don’t do the hair.