My friend Teri Love just posted a funny and relatable excerpt of the inner turmoil she experiences while trying to write. I re-post it here with her permission. (I wonder which sport she’ll choose):
Things I think during the writing of my research paper:
This makes NO SENSE. I’m an incoherent fool!
This is good stuff. I’m on FIRE!
Facebook! Instagram! Coffee!
What page am I on?
Lyrics to Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline”
What am I TALKING about?
I need a bathroom/stretch/run/potato chip break.
I’m sweating blood.
Teri. You just compared yourself to Jesus in the garden right before he was tortured and killed. You’re writing a research paper. Get a grip.
Lyrics to Khalid’s “8Teen”
Maybe I can’t handle a Master’s degree. I could run a perfectly good hot dog stand.
Maybe I should try out a new sport. Right now.