The only red I see

Good God I'm in a bad mood today. The weather sucks, it's cold and gray. I was expecting the gray, but I wasn't expecting the cold. My cat must sense my bad mood, she's constantly trying to sit on my lap and snuggle with me.

I'm feeling crazed. My house is a bloody mess, I haven't written any of my book in about two weeks, and my list of things to do gets longer by the second.

I've been in this yoga class that really seems to help me feel better in general, but it doesn't meet today, and I think I should probably do some stretches and stuff anyway so that maybe I'll be less nutso. Also, I should write. But whenever I tell myself that I 'should' write, I get less interested in doing it. Even worse is "I 'have to' write."

Say this: I want to write! I want to work on my book!

I also want my house clean enough that it doesn't drive me crazy anymore. Dream on!