This cold is sucking the life out of me.
Like a drain swilling down the last of the soapy water....
Like a moth trapped in a flame....
Like the mud dragging the boot off your foot....
Like the roll absorbing the last of the Thanksgiving gravy....
Like a disposable diaper accidentally washed....
I'm stuck in my book. I just got a wonderful email from LULU promising me 15% off my order if I place it by Friday, and I thought "It's only 10K words left. I can finish it. I can print it out and get it here to proofread." No. I'm stuck. I've written myself into a corner and my characters are there saying, "Uhh... yeah... what now?" I wrote that my hero had come up with a brilliant plan, and normally... that's around the time he does, and I just keep writing. He is really letting me down here.
I'm fairly sure it has nothing to do with the cold medicine.
"THOMAS! Come up with your brilliant plan already! I just said you did."
Wait. It's on the tip of my brain.... I can feel it. OF COURSE! It's brilliant. BAWAHAHA!
Okay... writer's block is over. Please return to your regularly scheduled lives.
Oh... and no reject from DAW today. Woo!
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