Got an unexpected call from Rachel this morning. I love that girl damn near as much as I've ever loved any person of the male persuasion.
Somehow, her voice lifted a three-month bout of Writer's Block... I opened up the laptop, and there was my chapter, just shimmering in my head, waiting for me to tap the appropriate letters into the keyboard... Holy freakin' shit, I'm CURED! I'm CURED, o my brothers! The Writer's Block is gone!
When I wrote this line, I spent five minutes skipping around the house, jumping and whooping:
This was the way the world ended: with an informal greeting from a yellow-haired roasted kitten.
Woo!!! That made me tingle!!!
No more Writer's Block! I'm FREE!!!
Season finale of "Carnivāle" tonight... I have to go finish this chapter right the fuck up before then...
~Helena*