Unh...

[desperance]

I 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*

Comments

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

I hear you. I agreed to write articles for a publication with whom I hoped to end my association by upping my price, but they met it, so now I feel obligated and I'm doing everything, EVERYTHING except work on the articles.

The litter pans have never gleamed so . . .

[jeremy-m.livejournal.com]

It's stories like this that feed my ambition to be a failed author when I retire. My reasoning is that a failed author gets to do most of the fun bits that a successful one does (such as writing and eating chocolate), without a lot of the downsides like deadlines and needing to get stuff accepted for publication.

Yay for failure, a much under-valued goal in modern society.

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

An electric drill? On a chocolate bar? Where can I bear chocolate like that?