As you may start to understand, this is becoming a full-blown “writer’s block”. I say “writer’s block” in quotes, because I don’t really think there is an external force keeping me from writing. I’m well aware the block is my own doing.
Last night, my writing attempt was thwarted by the movie The Fugitive. It’s simply one of my favorite movies of all time. My first problem was I was watching TV. My second problem was I was surfing around even though nothing was on that I wanted to watch. My third problem was that I found something I wanted to watch. Anyhow, The Fugitive is a good flick.
I have a week to complete a chapter in advance of my writing group next Monday. Actually, I have until Friday, as I’d like to give my writing group buddies a chance to read my chapter ahead of the meeting. Can I do it? Yes. Will I do it? I don’t know.
The blog seems to have devolved into woe is me territory. I promise I’ll stop that. It’s not as if I’m moping around all day. In fact, I’m looking forward to posting some positive stuff here. Just as soon as I can get this writing block off my head.
The Struggling Writer 