Writer's block has been known to sneak up on me like a metaphorical cat to an unsuspecting little bird--a very, very cute little bird, with impeccable fashion sense and a trill to die for. Once again, however, our feathered friend has escaped from the claws of the kitty-cat, and is flying free, her talons ablaze on the keyboard!
In sane-person-speak, that means I'm writing my novel again. I'd written about 35k words in it from September '07 to March '08, and I'm going back through and rewriting a lot. I outlined the plot, know every twist and turn of the story, and feel confident in myself. So, after a long hiatus, my creative drive is back in action! Dingding!
I can only hope that I evade a mental black hole until I finish what I'm working on, or at least find a good source of inspiration. Of course, if I worry too much, I'll only become catfood again. Is chronic writer's block a real disease? If so, why aren't I getting disability checks?
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