The first crucial sentences in my Novel of Awesomeness:
"The problem with Miranda is that she’s not talking to me right now, so I have nothing to bloody write. This is typical as my creativity usually constipates itself behind simple and trivial ideas. WOO! YAY! Go me! Writers block – made worse by the ten o’ clock news."
Stupid news.
On that note, I learned that people protesting wasteful spending bought truck loads of tea bags to sit on the side of the street. That might not amuse you, whoever you are reading this --- but it amuses me.
That's not saying much though, because a lot amuses me. You're reading the blog of someone that has seen the movie Napoleon Dynamite over 50 times. And yes, I laugh at all the jokes like it's the first time I've seen it. I probably always will.
Anyway. Writers block; stalling my progress one road block at a time. Though to be honest, trying to write the first sentence of a book with the TV on (and with my attention span) is probably a mega-fail to begin with. Or maybe I am putting too much weight on the first sentence's shoulders. If it sucks in the long run, I can change it. Why stress the sentence out? What kind of shitty abusive wannabe author am I?
I'm the Chris Brown of authors.
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