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desperanceI have started the ghost story, but I fear I may be broken. My mind has crashed. I do not want to do this, here and now. I quite fancy sitting in a comfy chair with the fire on and reading a book, any book, so long as I didn't write it. Or cooking a big pot of chilli, maybe. Or maybe just going to bed, trying for a reboot. Something. Anything rather than this, sitting here picking at this poor story. It doesn't deserve my current level of distracted discontent.
And yet, I only have a week to write it; or less than that, if we consider the practicalities of delivering the Unread Fantasy Novel on time. This is no time to be breaking down, where I should be speeding up.
In other news: a hammer is a damn fine tool to have at hand, when a two-inch-thick block of chocolate needs breaking up. We used of course to have toffee-hammers, but they wouldn't have had the oomph. Honestly, two inches. And for no observable reason: it could have been half as thick with twice the area, and I wouldn't have minded a bit.
Happily, I am not one of those people who put their tools away after use, so I did indeed have a hammer to hand, right here on the desk. I also still have an electric drill. With a bit in its mouth. And a jar of screws. And the manuscript of Desdaemona, which I am no longer working on. And...
*tidies desk*
*a bit*
And yet, I only have a week to write it; or less than that, if we consider the practicalities of delivering the Unread Fantasy Novel on time. This is no time to be breaking down, where I should be speeding up.
In other news: a hammer is a damn fine tool to have at hand, when a two-inch-thick block of chocolate needs breaking up. We used of course to have toffee-hammers, but they wouldn't have had the oomph. Honestly, two inches. And for no observable reason: it could have been half as thick with twice the area, and I wouldn't have minded a bit.
Happily, I am not one of those people who put their tools away after use, so I did indeed have a hammer to hand, right here on the desk. I also still have an electric drill. With a bit in its mouth. And a jar of screws. And the manuscript of Desdaemona, which I am no longer working on. And...
*tidies desk*
*a bit*