Blech.
I cannot get motivated to write. I've been sitting on one particular story for, oh, well on 6 months now and I just can't, can't, can't get motivated to finish it. Or start a new one, for that matter. I just want to sit in front of the TV and eat more than the proper serving size of Swedish Fish and find out who wins Project Runway. That's all I want to do. I sit down to write and instead find myself ordering FICO scores. (You've got to know your score, right?) I'm just soooo not mo-ti-va-ed. How the hell am I going to be a well-respected novelist if I can't finish a stupid story about serving a Diet Coke to Donald Trump? Feng shui, why hast thou forsaken me?
posted by Ali @ 9:37 PM
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It's probably because you haven't done the hooji-booji stuff yet.
Or do you save the hooji-booji for Valentine's Day? (I'm not sure, but I think I saw a picture of a couple doing the hooji-booji on page 217 of the Kama Sutra.)
Actually, it's page 219. Page 217 is an add for viagra.
I have often heard that sometimes you just have to force yourself to put SOMETHING on paper, even if it is total crap. Just the exercise is helpful.
Says the guy who couldn't get either of his novels published.
But dude, at least you WROTE them. That is a feat. A FEAT.
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