There are times when as an author the day just isn’t working for me. I am not able to get my brain to focus on the work that I am doing for the day. I want to rip my notes that it has taken me seven to eight years to research. I wish to throw the books out of the window. I am annoyed with a personal issue which is affecting my enjoyment of my living situation and has trained personal relationships.
I wrote of this down in my journal because it is a good way to process my feelings, but as an author it is the makings of a future story. It is a future scene. Coming from a theater background, I can imagine this on stage. I merely need to set the scene, plot, and context.