So often the muse isn't about the ideas, but the desire to write. My desire to write is on vacation this week... could be stress at the day job, could be lack of sleep... I have ideas in my head, if I could put my ass in a sitting position long enough to read back the last few chapters of the book I'm working on, I know the words would come. I have enough notes for ten more chapters... but I just can't seem to pull my head back into the game.
This weekend, I shall write. I will!
Ok, maybe I will... it's just something I need to get past, right? RIGHT?
Tell me I'm right...
Ok, back to the distractions. Damn distractions.