I am sitting in front of my computer. The neurons are firing in my brain. I can feel them.
Do you think that means I can translate that to my fingers. Nnnnooooo!
I have been sitting here for about fifteen minutes. I got a little bit on my re-write of my novel (about 250 words, if I am lucky) but I am thinking about ways to beat the computer at chess or playing another game of Mah-Jong instead. I think this is what they call writers block.
Speaking of Bloch (I know it is spelled differently) the Robert Bloch book I am reading is called Shooting Star. It is interesting in the way he self edits himself. There is no cursing, at all, in this book. He get the hardboiled part of it through innuendo. It is really a lesson in subtlety.
Just so you know it is a flip book. you read on story and you flip the book around and you have a completely new book. Really slick how they did that.
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6 comments:
It's not writer's block, it's the evil procrastinating fairy.
I don't like that fairy. It makes me want to do laundry and wash dishes.
I call the interweb "writer's block". It, um, blocks the writer (at least this writer).
I hate writer's block too. Although mostly, I'm impressed that you can feel your neurons.
it is either that or a really good caffeine buzz.
I'm going through a very similar situation right now. There are 3 different projects screaming at them. But my fingers don't want to work. Besides...their screams, when heard together, sound like the a very abstract Brian Eno track.
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