Do you know what the biggest creative block is?
Not being drunk (no many great writers sadly put that out of the running).
Am I sick? Not totally. I think I might be getting a sinus infection. I have an appointment with a doctor on wednesday (which feels like ten years). But the beginnings of an sinus infection have the same ill effects as being sick.
No motivation. All you want to do is sit around, drink tea, and watch Buffy.
Or maybe that’s just me.
Anyway, the point of all this rambling is that my head feels like it’s at the mercy of some ancient form of torture (Dad said Native Americans use to wrap wet bands of leather around their prisoner’s heads and let it dry slowly in the sun until it made their heads explode <— that is how I feel) and it will be a bit longer until I get around to typing up my musings from this writer's conference I went to yesterday.
I just wanted to let you all know.
Incase you were holding your breath or anything.
But I really do think that colds are kryptonite for creative juices. It’s not fair.
So, in other words: I promise more interesting posts will be coming. It might just be a day or two.