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My shoulder is effing killing me. I swear, it hurts so bad I could... punch a walrus, or somethin'...
I'm trying to lose some weight, because it's better for me, yadda yadda yadda, too fat to fit in my pants, blah blah blah blah. So Rex and I have been going down the street to the elementry school and tossing a ball around there in what has to be the most awesome quad area in any grammar school I've ever seen. And then, when we were throwing the ball around on the stone steps of this quad area, I failed to catch it and had to do get it... and I tripped on a tree root and fell down a small hill, and I hurt myself. So now I hurt. Everywhere. It sucks.
I've been writing a lot lately, which is good. But I haven't been writing my book, which is bad. I suppose I should work on it more it's just... My attention has fallen elsewhere and--I dunno. I dunno.
I don't want to throw it out. I've worked hard on it and, yeah, it's got some problems, but it's nothing that editing can't fix. Of course, I can't fix it if I don't finish it. This book has the potential, I believe, to be a good book, and I even think it has the potential to get published. I mean, I believe that, and it's not like I hate the premise or the plot. I think they're both good, if a little rough right now. And I love the characters, and I think they work well together...
So, why can't I finish it?
I mean--god--I've got enough hours in the day. I don't work for a living. I don't have any classes. I have all fucking day to work on it.
But I don't.
I am doomed to failure, because I just won't fucking work on this. I don't even have writer's block! I've got the god damned plot and everything worked out! I'm within inches of introducing one of my favourite characters and logic dictates that I would rush to that point!
But I don't.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.