If you’ve been writing for longer than…oh…five minutes, you can probably relate to Arthur this week. The excitement of a new idea, the joy of finding just the right words, the pensive pacing when a scene isn’t working or a character is refusing to come life, the frustration-bordering-on-mental-breakdown when all of the above mixes with an extreme amount of coffee…the emotional life of an author is a rollercoaster, even when it’s only you and your imaginary friends locked up in a room with a keyboard (until mom calls!).
What have your stories made you feel this week? Are you depressed because your hero isn’t being heroic? Exhausted from opening up old wounds while writing a memoir to encourage others who are where you used to be? Share in the comments below!