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[benchilada]

Yeah, remember when I said my writer's block was going away?

It didn't.

Fuck.

Gonna go run an errand and think REEEEEALY hard and maybe I'll have something to say after we see GRINDHOUSE tonight.

Sorry I'm letting you down, my monkeys.

Maybe I'll find something from my archives for you again.

b

Comments

[evil_egg]

Ah, don't worry about it. I'm struggling through a patch myself

[groundbyground]

My only advice is to forget about us. As in, forget about this audience. Lay out your brain candy in lines of sweet white bliss the same way you did originally... to push at the edges of what anyone would expect. Then, rip it all away and leave us sitting dazed, at three in the morning, teary-eyed with confusion and wondering why a hobo is peeing on the side of our cardboard box.

[wulfsbane]

After reading your comment, I have the mental image of Ben snorting lines of brainmeats.

[groundbyground]

And just what is wrong with that? It could be worse. He could be doing drugs!

[benchilada]

Writing a story.
Thanks.

[nix_xon]

Lord, I want to see that movie!

Let me know how it is!

[benchilada]

See post after this one.

[thewalkingman]

Grindhouse helped my writers block. Over the next few days I wrote like, 40 pages.

Nothing specific in it... just the general awesomeness and complete disregard for how anyone else thinks movies should be made.

[benchilada]

Worked.

[wulfsbane]

Here's a thought.

What would happen if Sir Reggie met you? *pondersome*