Elusive Love (or) Unrequited Desires

No, this isn't a cheesy American made-for-TV melodrama.

Or is it?

My brain keeps nagging me for booze, so I may end up giving in. It’s an odd sensation, once the need takes over. I just can’t conceive of doing anything else but drinking. It’s like a white light shining on my soul, erasing all other thoughts and feelings. Except the need to get wasted.

No, you’re the one with the problem.

So, here I sit, after not long getting up, amidst a whirlwind of mental conflict. Exhausting, isn’t it? Yup. Welcome to my world.

Saying that, I have been encouraged to continue with some of my creative writing work. I was developing the storyline to one project in particular as I lay in bed battling for sleep. The conclusion to this story was so moving that I actually found myself in tears. That has to be promising, right?! I was having trouble over whether the main character, returning to a place after years to try to find a lost love, actually finds said love or instead impotently witnesses them happy with somebody else, so walks away. The latter felt melodramatic and organic enough to work really well, but I felt like I’d seen it before in a pre-existing work. I don’t want to use the term “cliche”, but I think it might be a cliche. Whoops. Anyway, I figured out a sweet, rather than bittersweet, alternative, which I think I might go with instead. These characters have been through enough, they deserve some happiness.

After all that story workshopping, I managed to fall asleep around 6 am. There was a massive time jump between 2 am and 5 am, to the point where I was all like “What?! Where did 3 hours go?!”. I definitely hadn’t slept, but the first bus of the day driving past alerted me to the jump.

Well, I got a decent-enough 6 hours under my belt in the end. I do feel slightly sleep-deprived, but I think I’ll be able to struggle on. I need to recreate that Spanish dish I made last week. I bought more of that fajita seasoning to add, so I’m ready to go.

Booze though.

Booze?

Oh booze.

BOOZE!

Booze.

What to do, what to do.

If you don’t hear from me for about a week, then you know what’s happened.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!