Do you ever just have one of those weekends where a combination of small events throws you off in such a way that there's nowhere to go but down? And on the way, all of those small, seemingly insignificant things knock into you, slowly beating you down until they seem more terrible than they really are.
That's the kind of weekend I'm having. The crap started piling up Saturday morning and it keeps getting deeper. The details aren't important, at least, they won't be to you. Nothing personal. I just can't stand to hear myself explain it again.
It hasn't all been bad. I started writing again on Friday. I've been working on projects on and off the last few months, but most of them have been revisions. Revisions are necessary if I ever want to pursue publication, and sometimes they're just what I need, but there's nothing like creating something new. It takes something out of me, but in a good way. It gets me to a place in my head where all of the small stuff doesn't bother me anymore. I like that place. I think I should visit it more often.