Something is very wrong here. Or maybe it’s just Tuesday night before my deadline. I usually like to get a first draft knocked up by tonight, then bring a print-out to work and give it a read through in the afternoon, then really work it over Wednesday night before setting it up to post before going to bed.
Only that plan is going haywire for some reason. I’m just not finishing my story. I don’t know. I have my ending and I think I’m only like a scene away. But for some reason I’m not working. This is partly because I’m just stupid tired right now. I haven’t been sleeping well and I’ve been getting up early to work on this story rather than staying up late. So right now it’s around 10:00 PM and things aren’t really making a lot of sense. So maybe I should just shut up and try to get some sleep and wake up tomorrow and finish this and everything will be back on track.
Only I really really want to get this done. It’s just not flowing well at all. For that matter, coming on here to write a blog post was actually fairly painful. It’s like my brain is rejecting the notion that I have write. Even picking a photo seems wildly difficult. It’s possible I’m on strike with myself. Which is a bizarre concept.