Why must you torture me so? I feed you food, books, air, books, minerals, books, Twizzlers, books, music and...did I mention books?
What did I ever do to you to deserve this? You give me 52,975 solid words, plus several thousand hypothetical words*, and then you just QUIT!!
Why? Why? Why?
(This post is dedicated to Mary Cambell of Writer's Butt Does Not Apply To Me, in honor of her latest post.)
Now, where was I....
I finished up a chapter. They gallop off into the sunset. (Well, not quite into the sunset, as much as into the trees.) That's chapter sixteen. I write "Chapter Seventeen" in a fancy font. (Chapter Seventeen) Well, I write in bigger than that, but that's besides the point.
I write "Chapter Seventeen" and then I put in some open quotes, because I was planning to open with speaking.
Sad? Very. I ate a WHOLE TWIZZLER while staring. And I try not to waste Twizzlers.
So brain, tell me, why do you inflict this torture on me?
Current Music: She's Got a Boyfriend Now by BLG (I recently put Love Drunk on my computer, so it's the first time I'm hearing the song.)
Current Mood: Mildly PO'ed