The Book that Won’t Be Written
This isn’t the sort of entry I was planning, but I feel slightly guilty for not having posted anything original since my aborted trip to Cleveland. (I don’t know why I care if I have very few readers…posterity, maybe?) But that’s what asides are for–short posts. (That’s my opinion, anyway.)
I’ve been struggling to write The Devil’s Bride for months and haven’t gotten anywhere, despite starting over repeatedly–and taking several different approaches besides. Just when I think I want to give up, I start getting signs from the universe…Israeli viewers on my blog…my SnackCrate coming today…from Brazil. (My ex-muse loves Brazil and is a capoeirista.) So now I’m confused.
And still writer’s blocked.