roxy. crap! (Reply)

My Friends, I'm about ready to throw in the towel, writing-wise. I am done. Empty like a storm drain in a drought. And what the hell does that even mean, throw in the towel? wait a min...

okay, I'm back: to admit defeat or failure.
Etymology: based on the literal meaning of throwing a towel into the ring in boxing (signaling that a fighter can no longer continue by throwing a towel into the area where the fight takes place)

Thanks, Free Dictionary.

Soooo...I'm blah when I'm not being blergh or blubby. Maybe it's old age, My Friends. Maybe I'm just...*flails* turning into a snail. I am kind of snailish, not slimy I mean, just pulling my little house over my head and hiding. (and totally aside, i'm not sure if it would be really cool, or just really, really icky, if i had my eyeballs on stalks. right? think about it. could come in handy for looking over the top shelves in the grocery store...'course, knowing me, i'd spend all my time poking myself in the eye...)

Thank god for the Job or I wouldn't step out of the house at all. And Mr. R. He levers me out of the house. I'm kind of sad he's back at work because when he was at home, he made me go lots of places. And I enjoyed it, after whining and complaining and trying to chew through the seatbelt for the first few miles...ach. I'm a wee bit high-maintenance.

Anyhoo, nothing's worked to refuel the writing bits of my brain. I've done all the little exercises and still nothing. I only have messy little story bits floating around in my head. Oh, the sorrow, oh, the loss of porn. Oh, my terminally stalled shmoopy curtain fic. And the guilt! I owe