What Am I Supposed To Do About It?
Kate Bush’s Costellation Of The Heart:
Well we think you’d better wake up capt’n
There’s something happen’n up ahead
We’ve never seen anything like it
We’ve never seen anything like it beforeI want a full report
That’s it
What do you mean, that’s it?
That’s all you get
You’d better do something ’bout it
What am I supposed to do about it?
We don’t know, but you can’t run away from it
Maybe you’d better face it
I can’t do that
C’mon face it!
I can’t do that
C’mon, c’mon face it
What am I gonna do?
It is gonna hurt, it is gonna hurt me bad?
I don’t know why I thought this [NaNoWriMo] project would be a good thing to do. Someone said that the project sounded fascinating but not the working title. And the thing about the title – Heartbroken And Grieving – is that it is fairly indicative of the content. This is depressing as fuck, and I say that as the idiot writing the damn thing. I’m not sure why anyone would want to read such a thing. (Except, perhaps, that they want something slightly more upbeat after finishing Anne Frank’s Diary.) The worst part is that I know that now I have started it I won’t be able to stop until I’m finished. It will linger and haunt me until I finish the damn thing. The only way to exorcise it will be to get it out onto the page. I don’t think I’ll have 50,000 words by the end of NaNoWriMo and that hardly seems to matter now.
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