Writer's Fog
This is how bad it gets, deep into a manuscript:Yesterday it was 4:15 PM before I noticed I was wearing mismatched socks.
We're not talking one black sock and one dark blue sock. We're talking one with stripes and one with kitty cats all over it.
And I wasn't wearing shoes.
Labels: writing life
5 Comments:
Posted by:
Kathy at 9/21/2006 2:44 AM
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Sharon GR at 9/21/2006 8:37 PM
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CE Murphy at 9/22/2006 6:42 AM
It's the sun's fault, for coming up so late in the morning.
Posted by:
Jeri at 9/22/2006 9:24 AM
Late at night, inspiration comes. The next morning I'll read over what I wrote and find that it doesn't make sense.
Posted by:
Nozomi at 9/24/2006 2:42 PM
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