I am seriously brain-dead.
This has been the week from hell, truly. I haven’t been feeling well, I’ve got two kids with strep, my house is wrecked, my day job is crazy-busy and the cherry on top is that I’m facing not one but two big writing deadlines and my grey matter is mush. MUSH.
The best cure for writer’s block is to put a word down on paper and then another, and keep putting words down even if they’re crap or don’t make sense. As Jodi Piccoult once said, “You can’t edit a blank page.”
So I’m writing. It’s like I’m pulling it out of my ears with needlenose pliers, but the words are getting out and being recorded and for now, that’s all I can do until my brain re-engages.
I need a vacation. And a back rub. And chocolate.
Oh well. One out of three ain’t bad. Back to writing.