I whine, pout and sulk for a good three hours and squeeze every ounce of anger and frustration out of my head. and then I do what all writers do. I go back to work, again. because I have learned. there's poetry, beauty and motion in everything we touch when we celebrate our everyday efforts to lead a more authentic life regardless of circumstances. because I know. the writer's life can be hard and complicated at times, but it can also enrich us beyond even our ability to find words to express it. 

La Parisienne