"He Wanders Through the House, Leaving Doors Open and Empty Tea-Cups on the Floor."

I've been pensive today, quietly cleaning the house and occasionally glancing out the window at the soft grey morning while avoiding the laptop and the rest of "Untitled #22."

The dishes are removed from the washer and properly placed in their normal locations. The Cat is feed, watered, and her litter box is cleaned. Laundry is being studiously ignored, and the living room has been straightened. I considered cleaning the garage as an avoidance strategy, but I know working outside in the damp and drizzle would be A Bad Idea.

The two problems I'm having today are:

1. I've caught up on most of my magazine reading and am left with the distinct feeling that no one on earth would ever want to read anything I write when there are stories being written by writers who are actually good at what they do, readily available to the reading public. I know that this shall pass and it is just my STUPID STUPID brain being STUPID, but it is still a problem, at least for the moment.

and

B. The story I'm working on involves a little stunt writing, which is giving me trouble and making me fretful. I still need to write 10 Very Short Scenes to wrap around the various disjointed pieces of narrative I have in place, while keeping the pay-off at bay until the end of the story. I am quite sure it is all going to fall apart at the seams and crash to the ground.

That said, history tells me I will bull through this and reach the other side of the story and somewhere in the process I will begin to enjoy working on the current work in progress. In fact, I've all ready completed two short stories this month, and I've had a decent year for sales, so I know everything really is fine and it will all work out in the end.

Writers write, and I need to start writing today.

I have homemade mocha in a mug with Eeyore in various cute poses to cheer me. I have the last four ginger snaps. The document is open.

Here we go.

"He Wanders Through the House, Leaving Doors Open and Empty Tea-Cups on the Floor."

I've been pensive today, quietly cleaning the house and occasionally glancing out the window at the soft grey morning while avoiding the laptop and the rest of "Untitled #22."

The dishes are removed from the washer and properly placed in their normal locations. The Cat is feed, watered, and her litter box is cleaned. Laundry is being studiously ignored, and the living room has been straightened. I considered cleaning the garage as an avoidance strategy, but I know working outside in the damp and drizzle would be A Bad Idea.

The two problems I'm having today are:

1. I've caught up on most of my magazine reading and am left with the distinct feeling that no one on earth would ever want to read anything I write when there are stories being written by writers who are actually good at what they do, readily available to the reading public. I know that this shall pass and it is just my STUPID STUPID brain being STUPID, but it is still a problem, at least for the moment.

and

B. The story I'm working on involves a little stunt writing, which is giving me trouble and making me fretful. I still need to write 10 Very Short Scenes to wrap around the various disjointed pieces of narrative I have in place, while keeping the pay-off at bay until the end of the story. I am quite sure it is all going to fall apart at the seams and crash to the ground.

That said, history tells me I will bull through this and reach the other side of the story and somewhere in the process I will begin to enjoy working on the current work in progress. In fact, I've all ready completed two short stories this month, and I've had a decent year for sales, so I know everything really is fine and it will all work out in the end.

Writers write, and I need to start writing today.

I have homemade mocha in a mug with Eeyore in various cute poses to cheer me. I have the last four ginger snaps. The document is open.

Here we go.

Sale!

25-day sale of "Far From the Fields" to Ray Gun Revival.

Sale!

25-day sale of "Far From the Fields" to Ray Gun Revival.