Fucking hell, I’ve been blocked for days — a week. A chapter due today that I’ve been struggling with since last week. I just sat down and wrote it — and turned that damn thing in. My pal Thomas once gave me the best advice on writers’ block: he’s so prolific I once asked him what he did when he has to write but can’t. He told me, “write about what interests you at that very moment.” That’s been a good solution for me in the past, but with working at Fleshbot and being able to go hogwild at SF Metblogs, I can easily spend a week writing about what interests me, without making my deadline (which is exactly what happened this time). So how do I feel now?
I think I feel delicious, if one can feel that way. I feel like getting into trouble. I feel like working at SRL. I feel like I need some crutches. (Thanks to Dirty Bunny for the crutches!)
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