Writer's Brick Wall.

I can use all the excuses in the world: no emotional reserves, I'm worn out, I've too many committments to find the words... But I have to get past this and push through the wall. Any ideas?

Of course it would help if I had a work space or writing place like this:

*sigh*

Instead of this:

attempting to write her way out of the box:

M. I. A.

First day of writing course yesterday. Massive amounts of information crammed into 6 & 1/2 hours. Lots of work to do, on-line group to participate in, novel to finish in five months. In other words:

See ya!

For a bit anyway. Until I find my rhythm and the Gods of life allow other parts of my life to come back into alignment. Oh, and it is a confirmed fracture of the C5 for Wise Woman, so am running madly to keep her at home.



And they wonder why my username is...

Big News!

I'm sorry to inform all my lovely followers and readers that I will not be posting daily for a while.

I am about to begin a masterclass at our state writers' centre which runs for six months. It is the Express Year of the Novel course, and the aim is to take your novel and either complete it or get you on the path to completion. Now, as I do not have a novel (don't worry, I checked, and this is okay so long as the idea(s) are there), this means I will have to write my rather rubenesque arse off to try and produce something credible. Which is why I will be tearing my hair out, sobbing in a corner all alone, and screaming at myself in anger over the next few weeks prior to the course commencing, and then deteriorating even further as the pressure gets to me.

So forgive me if my blogging is sporadic, I will come in and update, vent, and beg for help at various times I am sure. Just not making any promises about frequency, lol.

And yes, I'll probably be looking like this a lot.

P.S. I have an honours degree in procratination so this course may well have the opposite effect, and you'll end up with a deluge of posts.

I think I have decided on the first book I will write...