No content today–I need to cobble together this one $&%# scene tonight because it’s wearing out its welcome in my subconscious and it’s do or die time.
Or possible do and die . . .
Either way, I’m ducking under until it’s done, just like the snow foxostrich.
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You’re doing self-preservation. All writers have to when the subconscious fills up and screams it’s spilling over. See you tomorrow! Happy writing!
Thanks, JJ!
How’d it go? I wish I could hide. That would solve so many of my problems.
It went. It’s rough, and I’m Dead Mommy Walking this morning, but now I’ve got something to work with!
Hiding is my favorite thing in the world. We have a theme, we have a theme!
It’s either a theme or a shared devout wish. . . but as long as it doesn’t become a permanent lifestyle, we’re good! 🙂
I’m all for the permanent lifestyle. Drew and I could hang out like Ma and Pa Kettle, on the porch of our log cabin. I’m sure I could google “corn cob pipe,” and we’d be set.
Maybe you’re right . . . as long as there’s wireless access.
“Corn-cob pipe” is making me hum Frosty the Snowman . . . 🙂