I don’t write because I enjoy it. I write because I am robotically propelled to write. I used to have a life that I liked very much until it happened.
I became possessed.
I wish to stop but unable. No amount of reality checks can stop me. Not even the grim world of publishing and the future of book sales can keep me from eagerly awaiting the future rejections I’m apt to receive from agents.
Tricia
Just checking on you. Hope you’re busily writing away.
I wish.
Usually, long periods away from my blog doesn’t amount to my tapping away on the keyboard, moving forward on my book. What it means is I’ve gotten distracted again and need intervention.
Okay, this is an intervention: two words–that’s it, that’s the goal.
Awesome. Thanks. Help me out a little. Throw two words at me.
she said
or
ice cream
or
catch these
or
he said
or
help me
Okay-now your turn. Add two to each of these or one of these : )
Thanks. You’re tough as nails. Here’s what I came up with:
“Catch these,” he said, throwing two ice cream cones.
“Yikes! Help me,” she said as they sailed straight for her face.
How’s that?
That’s the beginning of a scene!!! And it’s hilarious! You go, girl. Maybe tomorrow you could name your characters. Remember, small goals are the secret to great accomplishments. And you can quote me on that!
after pondering your quote for hours it has finally occurred to me that you said goals not goats. Yes, I know I need glasses. I was actually thinking maybe I should get myself a small goat, that they were the secret to great accomplishments. I am so glad I cleared this up before quoting this out in the world. (And purchasing a goat.)
Now it makes more sense. Whoo (wipes sweat off forehead)
OK I am laughing so hard. GOATS is much better.
Small GOATS must definitely be the secret to great accomplishments. Which explains a lot.
Writing is a disease. It can strike at any age. It’s highly contagious. There’s no cure for it. I’m so glad I caught it. How about you?
Tooty~Yes. This is one disease I don’t mind having. But I may need to seek treatment to keep it from making me crazy-er.