Writer’s block: it’s what for dinner!

12 Jul

And lunch!

200 words down; 1,800 to go. Crap.

The sound of a wooden bucket clattering at the bottom of a suddenly empty wordwell is a fearsome thing. It’s also hard to figure: I know from experience that I’m more than capable of telling this story. But it just ain’t coming. And the piece is due tomorrow.

Ah, well. I’ll get it done somehow. I always do. But this isn’t much fun.

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