writing
Why is it that something seems absolutely brilliant at 2am and then when you look at it the following afternoon, it's complete rubbish?
I've started a new story. It will deal with Seamus and Lavender, so far, it's just Seamus. In a hotel room. In America. Naked. In bed. With Mary Lou from Texas. He has to stop himself from looking at a picture of Lav because "I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her"
Inspired by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock's "Picture", it was a great idea that became complete rubbish on the page. That always happens!
Grr.
I've started a new story. It will deal with Seamus and Lavender, so far, it's just Seamus. In a hotel room. In America. Naked. In bed. With Mary Lou from Texas. He has to stop himself from looking at a picture of Lav because "I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her"
Inspired by Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock's "Picture", it was a great idea that became complete rubbish on the page. That always happens!
Grr.