Writer’s block? More like Writer’s stop.
No sarcasm — yet — just a universe of frustration.
Weeks of furiously writing the last book in the HELL series.
Weeks of watching the pitter-patter of long, slender fingers overworking the keyboard.
Just after the very last paragraph of a chapter – the moment that all the characters are coming together to play their parts in a celestial battle…
WORDS SIMPLY STOP.
Perhaps it’s an irrational fear that the moment I finish the series, I’ll die? No, I’m not that self-absorbed.
I’ve already schlepped through 4 centuries of, “Why the hell are we doing this?”
Why can’t I finish one more year? Or maybe it will be 100, depending upon which dimension you’re living in at the time.
It can’t be more than 3 chapters away. YEESH!!! It’s like ALMOST jumping over the grand canyon.
Did I mention that I received an email from my editor this morning? I might not be able to write chapters, but I can sure as hell look through edits.
A mere 5 minutes later, the internet went down. That was 7:00am this morning. As I lay this post to rest at 10:00am, the internet is STILL down.
Fortunately, I’m playing scrabble with my SIL in less than 2 hours. You don’t have to worry about the internet going down when you’re playing a board game.
It’s 4:30 and I’ve returned from scrabble therapy.
Internet is on, and a cat is blocking the monitor. Life is good (for at least another minute).