I’ve got two things I could write. Well, two big things, and probably continue with a bunch of this small crap.
I’m waffling over which of the two big things to commit to. I don’t know why; I don’t like waffles. But I am, and it’s keeping me from writing either one.
So I’m gonna put it to you.
Which would you rather I committed to actually writing next, a Storytime about camping as a kid, or the next installment of Converging Forces?
Sorry, you don’t get a third option. Those are the two that have bubbled to the top of my brain.
I don’t have writers block, dear God I don’t even understand what that is. I sit down, and the fingers start putting words one after the other across the screen.
A QUALITY block… those, I know well. Oh yes, I most certainly know the name of that daemon and I’m familiar with the feel of his foetid breath hot on the back of my neck.
So – A Storytime, or a Converging Forces turn?
You decide. I need to bust up this damn logjam.