My fingers ache from use, although none of it has been on my MaNoWriMo peice. The wordcount 10.000 hangs over my head like a heavy cloud. I have failed to satiate its hunger, falling short by over five hundred words. My jailkeeper is unhappy with my progress, and threatens to limit my rations.
I am behind.
It is not a good feeling.
By tonight's end I should have 11.000 words, but I still need to play catch-up from yesterday's mishap frolic on the wild side. In order to reach my true goal, I must write 2.500 words today, and time is running short. I find myself unable to just suck it up and type. Fear of bad writing has paralyzed me in my seat, although I cannot properly sit in it due to the warm and furry cat eating up half the seat.
Make that more than half.
So, as I teeter on the brink of hysteria, [[And also the edge of my seat... Stupid fat cat.]] I feel myself losing all hope. I have drawn several Avvie arts in the past few days as a scapegoat for my procrastination, but it has helped little. I still remain as I was before, hopelessly adrift in the sea of hysteria that is writer's block.
Or rather, Writer's Unwillingness-to-write.
But writer's block is shorter, so I shall use it.
And so, as I stop stroking my kitty, only to recieve a glare from him that says "That hand better be back!", I find myself in a predicament.
Do I want to finish?
Or do I not?
ONWARD TO WORDPERFECT!!!
[[Stupid Microsoft XP. Why can't you just come with Word? Why Wordperfect? WHY??? WHY DAMN YOU, WHY???]]
 Maer^ier · Sat Nov 25, 2006 @ 07:00pm · 0 Comments |
