My loose end yesterday got me in a baaaad mood. Nothing I wanted I could have. Everything I tried, I failed. I have a story to plan and that was just too hard. Impossible! I just sat there looking at it.
Bit of a shot day if I’m honest.
Any film I put on, didn’t like.
Any music I put on, didn’t want.
Writing? Couldn’t do.
I couldn’t even play Angry Birds and that has anger in the name!
By 7 pm, oh boy was I little shit.
When Jackie called, she got an ear-bashing but she let me bash away and I was alright after my rant. Her ears probably bled from the lot of nothing I was annoyed about, but that’s just a risk.
Once left to my own devices again, I had to find something to do.
To cut a long story of restlessness short, I ended up going through my Shazam. I Shazam a lot of crap. Mainly songs off adverts. But I found this little treasure:
I quite like it.
I very much quite like it.
I’ve been listening to it on repeat ever since.
And after a bit of mirror singing (I’ve learnt the words) I got writing and found the opening scene! I didn’t do any planning but I got my opening bit. I’ve even reread it and it’s not awful! Get in! I might actually keep it.
So maybe yesterday I wasn’t at a loose end after all.
Maybe I was meant to be restless and get really annoyed. Maybe I was meant to get addicted to a song. Maybe I was meant to have these mixed emotions so I could get into the mindset of my killer.
Maybe, who knows… All I know is, he’s dead. The poor, poor victim is murdered.
