Today will be a new day.
I will walk like a normal person, and talk like a normal person, and try not to use metaphors to describe everything I do.
I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Talking about how my eyelids matched the color of a dark and deep abyss, and my lips were cracked like the Grand f***ing Canyon. They weren’t even good metaphors. They were crappy metaphors that would make Charles Dickens cringe. Did Charles Dickens ever write metaphors?
Why don’t I know anything about Charles Dickens?
Anyway, I’ve been in a mess of crappy metaphors, and I can’t write a book for my life. I’m stuck in the middle, with no place to go, and waiting for some crappy pick up truck to come find me at the side of the road and save me from my misery. This book is going nowhere. I have no inspiration, but I can’t do anything else because all I want to do is write the book.
These metaphors are taking over my life, and I’m stuck in the downward spiral that is my writing career.
But today will be a new day.
I will try to write a book, and I will stop metaphorically describing my life.
My life is not a metaphor. It is a balancing act that I am constantly failing at, while the people around me laugh, but they can’t stop me from getting back up and trying again. My life is a painting that is only half way done, but the artist doesn’t ever plan on finishing it.
WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT?
It is the fault in my words that keeps me speaking in metaphors, and crappy ones at that. I am just one big, crappy, metaphor.
What kind of metaphor can I write that will help me finish this f***ing book?
If I’m speaking in metaphor, let me tell you now; I am a beautiful metaphor. They may be crappy, but somehow all of my metaphors have mended together to form this beautiful, unfinished phrase that somehow describes my life. Because that is what I am; I am unfinished sentences and awkward phrases that you could put together but never truly understand. I am the Grand Canyon and the deep, dark abyss and the Charles Dickens metaphors that he may or may not of even written.
So today will be a new day, and I’ve realized that they only way I will finish this book is if I embrace my crappy metaphors.