Bleh

I'm stuck in the middle of a case of the blehs. (Blehs are worse than blahs. Blahs are when everything is just boring. Blehs are when everything is unpalatable.)

It hit me last night. I finished reading The Darkest Pleasure, and I knew I should've gotten to work editing. Except I didn't want to. So, I thought about which book to read next, and everything just sounded yucky. I flipped through the channels. Sixty-some channels of pure crap. I put it back on baseball (Rockies vs Pirates... bleh) and laid on the couch thinking about Manhunter. Eventually I picked up a Patricia Cornwell, but only because I've never read her, and I'm trying to read all the different suspense/thriller authors I can. I'm not really liking it yet, but that might just be the blehs talking.

Maybe the blehs are there because I hit a wrinkle in Manhunter. Two actually. Within a couple pages I found two instances were something I wrote directly contradicts something else I wrote later in the book. I need to fix both, but I haven't the faintest idea how to fix the scenes. If it was just one, I'd probably be over it by now, but both of them at once have me a little squirrelly.

Which is stupid.

It's not like this hasn't happened before. It's all part of the plantstering. Since I don't plot everything out in advance, I'm bound to trip over myself from time to time. Not a big deal; that's what editing is for. So why any of this is presenting a problem is beyond me.

Of course, the blehs could be caused by the personal issues of earlier this week. I could tell you about them, but then I'd have to kill... those parties involved. It's all been wrapped up and taken care of, but the high tension of a shit storm passing has a tendency to leave a vacuum in its wake. *shrug* Life intrudes yet again?

It could be that I haven't been doing well in poker. That usually sucks the energy right out of me.

Well, whatever the cause, I need to get over this. I need to push the blehs out of the way and get productive. I have editing to do and writing to do. I have places to go and people to see. (Not really, but it sounds good.)

What do you do when the blehs have got ahold of you?

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