This cold is sucking the life out of me.
Like a drain swilling down the last of the soapy water....
Like a moth trapped in a flame....
Like the mud dragging the boot off your foot....
Like the roll absorbing the last of the Thanksgiving gravy....
Like a disposable diaper accidentally washed....
I'm stuck in my book. I just got a wonderful email from LULU promising me 15% off my order if I place it by Friday, and I thought "It's only 10K words left. I can finish it. I can print it out and get it here to proofread." No. I'm stuck. I've written myself into a corner and my characters are there saying, "Uhh... yeah... what now?" I wrote that my hero had come up with a brilliant plan, and normally... that's around the time he does, and I just keep writing. He is really letting me down here.
I'm fairly sure it has nothing to do with the cold medicine.
"THOMAS! Come up with your brilliant plan already! I just said you did."
Wait. It's on the tip of my brain.... I can feel it. OF COURSE! It's brilliant. BAWAHAHA!
Okay... writer's block is over. Please return to your regularly scheduled lives.
Oh... and no reject from DAW today. Woo!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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