Sads

The origin of the term was covered in the original wordpress version of this site, as well as the blogger version, but since I have hidden both of those, I thought another explanation was in order.

The term “sads” is used throughout Marya Hornbachers’ The Center of Winter. Although no definition is really given for the term in the novel, it seems to me to convey something more akin to unshakable depression than simple sadness. It is the sort of thing you can’t get rid of, and there is no real reason for its appearance. No one to blame. Nothing you can do about it, except wait for it to end. At least, it does inevitably come to an end.

This would be troubling, if I didn’t write sad stories. When I get the sads, I write feverishly. In fact, a couple of my friends know when I have the sads because it touches every word that leaves my fingertips, be it email or whatever. The only time it does concern me is when I want to say things but later find that only the sads were talking.

Unsurprisingly, the sads can also link up with my hormones. Fan-fucking-tastic.

On an unrelated note, I think I have decided to get really drunk tonight. I’ll wake up tomorrow to ‘twenty pages of words that don’t say half of what I mean’. (Thank you, Shayne, for knowing exactly what I mean with that last sentence.) They’ll be bloody brilliant words nonetheless.