Tales from the Writer's Block Blog
So I stayed up all night last night to do research for my paper, and there was this singular moment...
I walk out of my room to determine the source of a noise, and discover Samba (the cat) trotting towards me with a cockroach in his mouth. Alive. And wiggling. And because it was wiggling, it was caught in this cycle... wriggle free, run, pounce, caught in mouth, wriggle, drop, run, pounce, caught in mouth... After grabbing a bottle to whack it and breaking 2 nails instead, my 5am senses slowly alerted me that the critter was running around on the floor, and I was still wearing shoes.
Samba wasn't quite sure what to make of it when it stopped wriggling/ scurrying...
I clearly have Selective Writer's Block.
I walk out of my room to determine the source of a noise, and discover Samba (the cat) trotting towards me with a cockroach in his mouth. Alive. And wiggling. And because it was wiggling, it was caught in this cycle... wriggle free, run, pounce, caught in mouth, wriggle, drop, run, pounce, caught in mouth... After grabbing a bottle to whack it and breaking 2 nails instead, my 5am senses slowly alerted me that the critter was running around on the floor, and I was still wearing shoes.
Samba wasn't quite sure what to make of it when it stopped wriggling/ scurrying...
I clearly have Selective Writer's Block.