Sometimes work makes me deeply frustrated. Not the writing part – although that too. The writing frustration mostly results in me moaning about being a fraud or not talking at all until my brain sorts itself out. But the business part of publishing makes me boiling mad.
Unfortunately I can’t vent about my business publicly, but that doesn’t mean you have to stay silent. Let your butthurt flow…
I’m late seeing this post, so no one will probably read my frustrations, but having a spot to say them is enough!
I’ve had quite a string of troubles. Husband, had cancer, we went through bankruptcy because of it, I don’t have student loans but he does, lots of money problems, lost our house, etc.
Things are better now, but still dealing with husband having mental illness issues, and not keeping jobs very long (although right now things are good).
Got in a bad car accident and will have a messed up back forever.
Also, can’t seem to finish my novel which is going on six years and only 3/4 done. I think the world I’ve created is pretty interesting, just wish I had the oomph to finish.
That feels better. Thanks for listening universe.
Everyone’s frustrations are read. Hang in there.
I guess I had MS all my life and never knew it. Then Menopause and it was like being hit by a truck. I know as MS goes I am incredibly lucky and I am grateful. But I can’t help hating how hard and sometimes painful it is to walk. I can’t help being afraid when my vision blurs or become extremely cranky when the temp goes above 70. Some days I just want to cry but if I do, I won’t stop. So I put on a good face so the people around me don’t know. And then I get angry that I feel like I have to but I soldier on
::hug:: So sorry things are that hard.