I’m stuck in a horrid writer’s block. I’ve read all this advice about how you keep the internal filters turned off and don’t let the voices tell you how truly bad your shit of a novel is. Only, I don’t get that far. I don’t want to sit down and write. It fills me with an abject horror just thinking of opening the word processor. Even this blog is ten days late by my internally imposed deadline. Crap. Fluids. Vomit.
I’ve been cleaning. Both my wife and the cat are avoiding me. Probably they think they’re clean enough.