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gridloreJust, arg.
I meant to spend much of the three-day weekend CP granted me writing. Total output? Exactly zero words. I just couldn't get started! I know all the tricks, and I just could not get my mind around a single bloody word to put on the page. This is incredibly frustrating.
It doesn't held that I am sore as hell, with no idea why. Everything hurts, joints are creaking like an old house, and it being a grey, miserable day is not helping my mood.
Maybe my bloody muse packed up and flew south for the winter?
Thankfully, there's no contract involved here. Yet. But I wanted a head start before we got to that point.
Oh well, try again.
I meant to spend much of the three-day weekend CP granted me writing. Total output? Exactly zero words. I just couldn't get started! I know all the tricks, and I just could not get my mind around a single bloody word to put on the page. This is incredibly frustrating.
It doesn't held that I am sore as hell, with no idea why. Everything hurts, joints are creaking like an old house, and it being a grey, miserable day is not helping my mood.
Maybe my bloody muse packed up and flew south for the winter?
Thankfully, there's no contract involved here. Yet. But I wanted a head start before we got to that point.
Oh well, try again.
