On the fact that I don’t seem to be able to write a
single word since...well I finished the first draft of my book, that has yet to
be named and even more so, ready to be read by its first person not me.
It really sucks. Really, because I want to write, I
feel all blocked up and stressed, and being that writing is what realigns me I
haven’t been able to do that. I haven’t had anything to say. And it’s not in
the way... actually yes. It’s all been crap. I hate it, really hate this. I’m
all blocked up, though it’s not all that great because, well, I have—I need. I
want to be able to write!
[spliced because it’s nothing important, nor
interesting]
And I have this problem that books I’m working on
keep on popping up inside my head and giving me ideas—or maybe more they mix
themselves around and help me figure out all that crap. But still, I put my
fingers on the keys...and nothing.
Nothing at all...
Really, this has taken me, what like, twenty mins to
write—that also and I’m watching session 1 of Miranda. Which is funny as hell,
and you really should watch it (I guess I should say, it’s more a slap stick
comedy than anything else)
‘The shirts run off with the
jumper like a whore’— Miranda, season 1
I’m really liking the whole blame Christmas thing,
but it isn’t all that when it comes to my writing—first being that I didn’t
even think Christmas was as close as it was. But there are other things and Christmas
will come out soon enough. That being said, the whole getting back my son ready
for school.
Anyway, an hour, writing this and I have nothing,
though it’s not that I don’t have shit to say, I have and even more so I have things
I want to write but something seems to be stopping me (it doesn’t help that my
man plays battle pirates when he’s home so it’s let him use the computer or
have him bug me). Anyway, whatever it is I hope it changes soon. I hope
something happens that makes me want to crack my fingers and start the tapping.
Anyway, thanks for your time
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