Saturday evening, ughhhhh

So I feel queasy and uninspired, how about you? Actually, it's all about the fact that I've successfully put off the Dreaded Black Ribbon Reread for a solid week. I'm to the point where I can't get any further with the rewriting (until now, I've just been writing out expansion scenes that aren't in the original draft at all) until I read through what I have and figure out what needs to go where and, more importantly, who knows what when. But for some reason, I'm absolutely terrified of what I'm going to find after a year or more of the thing being in the figurative drawer, which has led to spending Saturday on the following activities: ( Read more... )

It's times like these when I start to understand why so many writers drink.

( No dummy, Charlie jumped out of the window as the car went downhill )