My friend is having a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad month. To compound her personal problems, people around her are also going through some bad times.
Sitting on the outside, I can see all the positive possibilities that are often harder to see when you’re in the middle of the maelstrom. Namely, I see the writing potential. All those personal, first hand details and reactions! Very voyeuristic, very self-indulgent, very exciting. Ahem.
But, I also see writing as a sort of safety blanket. Even if I can’t come up with anything cohesive, just writing about what’s going on around me and in my head is cathartic.
In high school, I wrote a fantasy novel. There were many sword fighting scenes that I wrote in order to get out my aggression. I also killed off a character I liked. His death scene was the most edited scene of the whole book. If I was angry, mournful, vengeful, angst-y, whatever, I would tweak the wording of the sword play or rewrite how it felt to be felled by a sword or completely change the heart-felt final exchange between the characters. The book isn’t fit for human consumption, but it certainly served its purpose back then.
How do you deal with tough times? Writing? Drawing? Punching bag?