No writing is happening,
except banking procedures, which I'm cranking out 8 hours a day.
Oh, and a little bit of spaceship story for Mr Strahan - but really, so little it hardly counts.
Even the notebook is lying idle. I'm not even reading on the train any more, let alone writing. Things have come to a pretty pass when a person can't dredge up a haiku.
Oh, and a little bit of spaceship story for Mr Strahan - but really, so little it hardly counts.
Even the notebook is lying idle. I'm not even reading on the train any more, let alone writing. Things have come to a pretty pass when a person can't dredge up a haiku.
posted by Among Amid While at 8:46 pm
1 Comments:
I hate to find solace in someone's situation, but - sort of glad to hear you are not just churning out your fantastic stories without any difficulties. Just reviewed two long fought for chapters of a YA I was working on and they just don't work. Very depressing. So - found some odd cheer in your post.
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