My mojo. Let me show you it.

[desperance]

Well, of course I couldn't find my mojo; it wasn't here. It was - naturally! - just exactly where I had left it: in the Silence Room of the Lit & Phil.

In a swift rearrangement of my day, I took a flask of coffee and the LHP in there, and lo. Two pages later, this story is yielding up its marrow at last. I don't think it's any good, but that's okay; I'm allowed to write crap, so long as I'm writing.

Now I am home, though, and my thumb is hurting. I am going to swallow chemicals and a ham sammich (well, a smoked-loin-of-pork sammich, which I boiled it this morning; boiling I can manage, and frying too; chopping, not so much), and read Agatha Christie on old-style archaeology (it's research! it leads to steam-camels!!), and then watch wuxia pian because I can, because la_marquise_de enables me. (My enabler. Let me show you her.)

Comments

[freda-writes.livejournal.com]

If, as you say, you are writing crap, then it quite possibly is!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hmmph. Don't you go dangling after compliments; you know I love your work. And trust me, this may or may not be crap, but it is certainly nothing like anything you do...

When's "Elfland" coming out? I have friends who neeeed it...

[freda-writes.livejournal.com]

Not dangling, just kidding. I'm a firm believer that getting *anything* on paper is a Good Thing.

I think Elfland is provisionally out next May - I'll let you know if this changes!