WTF?

[roxy]

Why can I not just finish anything? Why can I write non-stop, la-la-lah, until I get to the last few finishing scene and then...Pffft! Nothing! No forward movement! Why, it's like a constipation of the mind! The words are there, but they're not hooking up! It's like having a bowl of letters and nothing will gel! ick, letters in aspic...

Anyhoo. Had a mammogram today. That's why I'm home. :) Wow, it was kind of...not good. Yowch. This is all part of my program to start to take better care of myself. Of course, I'm supposed to be dieting and exercising but instead, I'm sitting here at my deskette every moment I get, typing porn and eating junk. Sure life is good, but geez, this chair was a lot bigger when I first bought it. *eyeballs shrinking chair* Terrible, the state of craftsmanship these days.

There's only three days until the Steven King challenge is due. There's been fantastic responses, ya'll really need to be over at sv_renaissance reading them. I'll post the last chapter of "Out Of" that day. Tonight, I'll probably start posting East Of The Sun, a WIP of unusual size.

Comments

[danceswithgary]

My damnacious couch is doing the same thing! *nods in sympathy and eats another cookie*

You can do it. Those last few sentences are buggers, though.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

It's awful how that happens, and no one says anything about this terrible epidemic of shrinking furniture...*eats choco pudding cup, and tiny diet-size slice of Death By Chocolate cake...maybe two*

The last few sentences (paragraphs) are always made of purest evil.