Don't cry like a b!tch when you feel the pain

...It's been a long time coming.

This post is so effing overdue, my fingers can barely contain themselves. We all have something in our lives that's been put there solely to terrorize the psyche. You know. A Kaiser Soze of sorts. Something that chips away at the soft center until your eyes bug and veins have inflated into green and blue boa constrictors tightening around your neck. My something is so evil, the sight of it boils my blood into little bullets shooting through my spine (graphic enough?).

Right now, my Kaiser Soze is a piece of plastic that holds water. It's sarcastic, flamboyant, loud, obnoxious, and rude. It appears from the counter, to the end table, to everywhere but out of my sight. It belongs to the hubs and needless to say, I'm ready to cut it into tiny pieces and mail them one at a time for ransom (wait...then it would come to me, and I'd pay my own ransom...better re-think this). I loathe this water cup so much, my hands shrivel into clamped balls at the sight of it.

You know the feeling. It's like when you get when your darling ms goes out into the world for ridicule critiquing. How fast your heart beats before you open the email with all the "marks." How heavy your breaths grow as you read through another person's thoughts on your, for lack of a better word, thoughts.

Or when you get the big R. From a query, a partial, or a full. When you've sat, legs crossed, arms folded with your four-leaf clover and magic horseshoe, all for nothing. How much it stings. How hard it punches you in the gut. How much you want to roll over and take it. You want to give up. Because your fire's burning out.

But there's still a spark. 

So you mope around, space out, then try to find your footing again. But this time, you're ready. This time, you're stronger. This time, you're not the one who's going down. You're gonna take that ms and make it your bitch. Because if you don't, it will control you, devour you, swallow you whole. Pull it by it's wimpy chapters and show it who's boss. Because if you don't, someone else might pick up your pieces and start where you left off, and live.your.dream.

Keep working. Keep trying. Keep dreaming. And for the love of Bert, keep your water cup away from me.

What makes your blood boil, friends? A water bottle? A pesky WIP? A mother-in-law? Heidi Montag?


Candyland. Out.

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