Writer’s Block
July 10, 2008
People continue to annoy me.
Lets see, some idiot took something off my desk yesterday when I wasn’t around. But I don’t feel like getting into that again.
My son does and says adorable things. He wants to lose a tooth so badly.
The world is still going to hell in a hand-basket.(Insert global, political, social issue here.)
The scooter story I’ve been working on for three months continues to confound me. I think I’m going to totally scrap it.
My friends (new and old) are so awesome.
My coworkers and I had an interesting discussion yesterday: Would you rather die in your sleep or know the second before you die that you are going to die? I chose the latter. I would hate to not have a final thought.
It’s shaping up to be the best summer of my life, so great to be Bethany right now.
Grrrrr.
Writer’s block.
Block block block!
Stupid Block.
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loobiesmith | July 10, 2008 at 1:10 pm
Maybe you could try nonowrimo?
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Mom | July 10, 2008 at 3:10 pm
You crack me up.
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Claire | July 10, 2008 at 11:21 pm
You rock!
Maybe try writing about something completely different if you are stuck?
This is the “Summer of Broken Things” for us. I think I will go get a nice drink out of the cooler on the back porch. Working refrigerators are so last century . . . .