“I hate you.”

“Get out of my face!”

“You touch me and I’ll turn you into an inkwell.”

I’m wondering about mining emotions for sympathetic mood scenes in my writing, as a way of sparking the day’s flow. Tension hums, dialogue flies, events erupt.  And my own mind’s wounds get cauterized, sympathized, soothed.

Reluctantly, I am coming to terms with my “feminine” side–”I feel this” and “I feel that” seem to squirm their way out even when, practically speaking, it doesn’t matter.  In the past, denial has helped me to think straight and avoid trouble.  Now I’m pregnant and all there are are emotions.  Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.  And use ‘em.