De-Blocked
So since my original short story idea for the week decided it was a novel and probably my NaNo, I had nothing to write for the short story due on Friday. This is irritating.
And then on my way out of the shower after basketball today, I was presented with the following opening sentence--- "It was the fifth week of my longest stretch of artist's block in living memory when my sister told me I needed a boyfriend."
I can write that narrator. Because God dammit, I am that narrator.
I love my siblings. Or at last that's what I keep telling myself. . . .
And then on my way out of the shower after basketball today, I was presented with the following opening sentence--- "It was the fifth week of my longest stretch of artist's block in living memory when my sister told me I needed a boyfriend."
I can write that narrator. Because God dammit, I am that narrator.
I love my siblings. Or at last that's what I keep telling myself. . . .