I finished my paper edit yesterday and began the rewrite today. Eventually the 1000 word limit was reached but it was a painful process.
Not so much writer's block than writer's lobotomy - I could visualise what I wanted to write but the words would not come to me.
Luckily I work alone otherwise I'd have been sent home with a doctor's note for waving my hands in the air and babbling to myself. "Material. A floral material. Bobbly, raised, hairbrushy feel. What the hell am I on about? Arrghhh..." *Clutches head dramatically*
On days like this one I long for mind-reading software. Or failing that, a large cocktail.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Writer's Lobotomy
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6 comments:
Oh my God, mind-reading software would be awesome!
It could be sold with a half-price cattle-prodding software that gives us a kick up the bum too?
Hilarious, I know exactly what you mean.
Glad you got there in the end though.
A large cocktail is the answer - regardless of the question x
Jen, or perhaps an electronic foot that does the job? Could do with that sometimes.
Debs, it's a right pain.
Helen, wise words!
Oh I hate that feeling, but your description made me chuckle. :)
Angie, it's an occupational hazard!
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