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I'll Be Clubbing Myself, Thanks...
You know that thing where your head is the consistency of brick-- all blocked up, dry as a bone, no ideas and your Muse is getting shitfaced in the islands with some hairy potbellied old slob with a ton of money? Yeah...it's been like that.
And then you know that *other* thing, where suddenly it turns around and Miss Bitch From Hell Muse comes winging back in and dumps *all* the ideas in your lap?
Pleh! Pleh! I'm drowning in ideas--ideas I love with a burning desire! I want to write them all, I tell you! Except of course, what I'm supposed to be working on! Grrr.
Oh well, it's past my beddies. I'm posting to say good night.
Does that make me an lj addict?
And then you know that *other* thing, where suddenly it turns around and Miss Bitch From Hell Muse comes winging back in and dumps *all* the ideas in your lap?
Pleh! Pleh! I'm drowning in ideas--ideas I love with a burning desire! I want to write them all, I tell you! Except of course, what I'm supposed to be working on! Grrr.
Oh well, it's past my beddies. I'm posting to say good night.
Does that make me an lj addict?
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Isn't the first step admitting you have an addiction? *g*
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