Maybe it's because of springtime, you know, all that fertility busting out all over. Finally, this year.
I am tinkering with the ending of a third book, and having a lot of trouble getting started on the next project. I talk to someone and get a great idea for a poem, story, chapter, and i can't wait to start working on that as a current project. The next day, it happens again. Consequently, my Work-in-Progress smart stick keeps getting loaded upper, but I am not really progressing any work.
The thing is, my brain gets twitterpated with each of these new ideas. I don't know about anybody else, but i know for a fact that my mind has a mind of its own. I'm worried I may not be able to get the thing under control before the dog-days of August, when it has the excuse of seasonal lethargy. I removed the cushion from my desk chair, you know, so the "Apply Butt to Chair" process adopts an additional degree of intimacy. Gave me a pain in the butt in mutual exclusivity from the twitterpation process. I tried banging my head against the closet door and all I did was knock the rollers out of the track.
I need a headache pill that induces migraines, or on demand writer's block. Good luck with that.
John Zerr is the author of four novels, The Ensign Locker, Sundown Town Duty Station, Noble Deeds, and The Happy Life of Preston Katt.
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