Tuesday, 5 May 2015

That writing moment...

That moment when you've been away from your work-in-progress for weeks through no fault of your own and you open up your manuscript and read the last few pages to get your mind into gear and then you sit with your fingers poised above the keyboard and your mind is blank and you think, This is so hard, why's it have to be so hard?  There is no God. 



And you get up and go outside and throw the ball for the dog until the dog won't give you the ball anymore, and then you go in and eat half a packet of chips, and refill the ice-cubes because nobody can ever be bothered, and straighten the tea towels on the shelf and then...and then...



You go and iron six shirts...and after that you go and pee and waste ten minutes in the bathroom parting your hair on the other side and wondering what the advantages of growing old are because looking at yourself in the mirror is doing your head in, and then you return to the keyboard and write senseless drivel, which you call creativity, on your blog page.


And then, finally, when you've wasted half the day, you return to your work-in-progress...

1 comment:

  1. Sigh. Can totally relate Kathy. This is my day most days. The morning is usually lost over to anything BUT writing. Let me know if you find a cure :)

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