I had the funniest conversation with my husband this week. I was extremely frustrated with a situation at work and was ranting, which I occassionally do, if you hadn't already noted that from the title of the blog. :) Anyhow, I was in rare form, enough so that when I sat down to write, he had some sideways comment:
"That's so not fair! You get to take your aggravations out by killing people in your books! Us normal people don't have that luxury!"
To which I replied with a smile. "It's going to be a massacre tonight!"
Of course I didn't write about a massacre that night, but I did scribe one really horrible death, which was satisfaction enough to diffuse the anger I was feeling. Sweet release on paper. There is nothing quite like it!
I can't imagine what it is like not having such a satisfying creative outlet!