Ever have that day when you look at something, 100% positive that you’re correct, and find out you sucked? Had that day. Still having that day.
Writing isn’t just about the happy stuff, but also the soul searing “It burns us precious, it burns!”
These days are the ones you harvest for those emotions that would be elusive. You write what you feel/felt. Why it hurts. Does anything help? Was there a solution? How does this affect you? Glean all you can because one day you’ll turn to this memory and say “Hey this day sucked because of XY&Z…I can use this!” A learning moment…
Aren’t they all?
S.R. Ruark 