Seriously, it doesn't usually bother me. I've been seeing someone semi-regularly but he's been away on business for a while so I'd assume that's a contributing factor. I'm also tearing my own heart out as I am writing a scene that is relying heavily on my emotional state of mind to add power and pathos. The scene is dark with potentially tragic consequences (We both know it wont end that way, a light will shine) so to impart the appropriate emotional content into the character's thoughts and words, I have to take my imagination there and see what it's like. After a long writing run, I am so 'into character', it takes a few moments for reality to catch up when I take a break. The hormones are all over the place as my body tries to figure what the hell my mind is doing. To add to that, a 'planned meeting' last w/e fell through so that didn't help as I was quite looking forward to it. This week has been.. difficult. The imagination has been running riot. It's not a pretty place, this imagination of mine trust me. I mask it with eloquence and diatribe.
Actually, think about it. Every novel you ever read that had 'dark places' was written by someone who had already been there. Think about that.
Lakeside xx