For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to write something, anything, for fifteen minutes a day. I’m not restricted as to what I can write, I’m just supposed to write. Right now, I want to spend fifteen minutes writing nothing but a string of curse words.
I’m not at all sure why my mood went from pleasant to “SMASH” in less than thirty minutes. It doesn’t have to do with a client–it rarely does–and I doubt it has anything to do with work. I think it has something to do with a complete and total lack of motivation today. I think it, my motivation, fell out of my pores when I walked to work this morning.
I know that writing for fifteen minutes a day is only to get me into the rhythm of writing. Unfortunately, the prevailing rhythm today is “SMASH.”
SMASH is a perfectly acceptable tone of writing.