Warning: some mild whining appears in this column.
feces. It started with constant cloudiness and rain. Not good for someone, like myself, who tends to get depressed in that climate even with anti-depression medicine. Then, around the middle of the week, I discovered a very close relative decided to unfriend me on Facebook, and his life, with nary a prior communication as to why. That one hurt like a death.
At the end of the week I discovered both my wife and daughter had foot injuries -- my wife's two broken bones and use of crutches the more painful. In the midst of shuttling them back and forth to the doctor I received a critique on a personal essay which fueled my growing frustration and resulted in an angry, unwarranted reply. To top it all off, I spent Saturday morning shoving my arm into a toilet filled with brown, stinky water to remove a stubborn clog created by one of my adoring children.
Saturday wasn't the lowest point of the week, despite being elbow-deep in poopie water. The worst was Friday. In the midst of driving people back and forth in the pouring rain all the doubts about my life, my family, and my chosen career slammed into me at once. Given the opportunity I would have assumed the usual thumb-sucking, fetal ball position to cope with it. Instead, I soldiered on through the weekend and emerged into a sunny start to a new week.
I'm pretty sure authors have had weeks like this, except they don't shove their arms into toilets. Their crummy periods usually entail either writer's block, bad reviews, delayed releases, poor sales, or all of them combined into a seven-day period. It can make any author, including the most famous, think about working at the Carl Jr.'s for a more satisfying personal experience.
Yet, we soldier on, even when we're still in pain over something. Case in point, the writing of this column. Others start a new project, find a way to increase sales, or seek out the home address of the critic. Regardless, we do it because it's our goal, our dream, our passion. Plus, there are only so many corners to crawl into a fetal position.
For those of you who had crummy weeks, this is a new one. Go through it with strength, courage, and plenty of chocolate. Or wine. Or both.
How do you get past the crummy weeks?