Trader Joe’s Candy-Cane Joe-Joes (like Oreos with ground up candy-canes) are GOOD. I don’t even really like candy-canes, but I like these cookies. I’m hoping Lala won’t read this blog and go eat them all before I get home.
Tomorrow I am going to go to the local spinning guild with Janine. Uh-huh.
OH MY GOD. Words will NOT come to me today. Earlier, while I was working on the NaNo novel, I would place a word on the page and then I would think GAH. Then I would put a word next to it and think GAK. It wasn’t even The Editor, really. I don’t actually struggle too much with that editor-brain that makes you want to rewrite and not move forward. I’m happy leaving crap sentences on the page, knowing I can go back and fix ’em later. I like the fixing part.
This was just my brain not really knowing where I was going next, not trusting my outline which feels as thin as onion paper (why didn’t I think of THAT earlier, huh?), and balking. My brain was saying, "Nope, I can’t see what’s on the floor in here. It’s dark. I will NOT take another step. Forget it."
So I would force a word down and then another. Maybe someday I’ll find words to put next to those, to make them not suck so much. I dunno.
All I know is that tomorrow is for spinning, followed by knitting at Janine’s house, and apparently it’s MUCH easier to write about not being able to write than it is to actually not be able to.
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