It's Saturday afternoon. I have the flat to myself for the first time in ages. I've done loads of work this week so don't have to play catch-up on anything. It's the ideal situation to write some of my novel. So can I?
Can I hell.
Have subbed some stuff on cliterati. Have replied to some emails. Can't get the motivation to write any novel.
I've got three on the go. One is an erotic novel. Can't write more porn this week. Another is based around the music industry. Haven't worked in the music industry for over two years. Don't want to plunge back into that world, even in my imagination, at this precise moment. The last one is about quantum physics. Requires research. It's Saturday afternoon. It's hot. My mates are in the pub. Can't face researching quantum physics even though I find it really interesting.
Temptation to join mates in pub almost overwhelming. But I went freelance so I could be a novelist.
Someone should make WD40 to loosen up writer's block.
Posted by emilyd at August 17, 2002 05:15 PM