Pretty disastrous day in the writing department. Instead of writing during an in-class exercise I started thinking about how little I know about Catholicism or space or mars and how much research I have to do and how I don’t have any TIME and how my play has become whether or not there is a god which is not what I intended when I first started writing it and I DON’T FRIKEN KNOW what I believe in and it all culminated in me sobbing in the bathroom for a half an hour.
My poor professor was shocked and like “what is going on? You weren’t like this last semester. Write the play you want to write.”
To which I sobbed: “I don’t know the play I want to write.”
But then I chilled out and drank some hot cocoa and came home and read a cook book which always makes me feel better. I don’t feel any better about writing but I feel less despairing about whether or not I believe in god.