Big scene in the Sidney book today and I can't seem to make myself want to write it. Why does this always happen? I spend so much time trying to get to a certain point, looking forward to it, writing up to it, then when I finally reach that point I totally freak out and don't want to write it. Not only that, but everyone is away enjoying their Saturday afternoon and I have no one to pet me and tell me it's all going to be okay. Yeah, I'm neurotic. So what?
Maybe I need to just grow some balls. I've got Rob Zombie on. Maybe we can get through this together....
No comments:
Post a Comment