Crap. Who the fuck thought it was a great idea to put arsenic in Muse's drink?
So, yes the reason I vanished again is because my Muse is in reanimation. If Meridith still feels the same way about writing than you gotta know that you ahve company. Nothing, I mean nothing, happens in my head. No words, no plot, no tickling to finish. Nadda. Zilch. Uh-uh. My mind is as oblivious as a junkie inhaling terpentine. White haze, murky canvas. I thought it was because I have no clear perception of what is happening. I usually can't write unless everything springs CJI on me. Then I thought that I simply need a break, but I am starting to wonder, because I can't word sentenses. They all mirror each other and lame is a mild word to describe the quality. I know what to write, how to write and the POV and the plot and the world building and duh-duh-duh my fingers decide to play illiterate.
Ugh, crud. The same thing goes for reviews as well. I am struggling with those as well and whenever I write something it seems like it has been produced by a third grader after eating glue. Rubbish! I think I will grow nutty...
The solution: Two volumes of "Runaways" comics + Hellboy volumes + two novels + some nice art and probably ice cream.
Ugh, crud. The same thing goes for reviews as well. I am struggling with those as well and whenever I write something it seems like it has been produced by a third grader after eating glue. Rubbish! I think I will grow nutty...
The solution: Two volumes of "Runaways" comics + Hellboy volumes + two novels + some nice art and probably ice cream.