Friday, September 25, 2009

You Slap Just Like A Wake-Up Call

I'm completely blocked. Usually, I can push through this kind of thing, but this time it's been damn near impossible. I've taken a million baths and showers, listened to countless hours of music and practically stood on my head to make the ideas come to the surface. No dice.

So, as the time ticks away and deadlines approach, I'm at a loss for what to do. I've written, but as I read over it, none of it grabs me. And, if it doesn't grab me, how can I expect it to grab anyone else?

I'm off to take another bath, and perhaps proposition a stranger. Hey, desperate times and all that. Wish me luck!

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