but i don't wanna

Otherwise known as hello, the bloody end.

I am fidgety and whiny today. I hate every song on my iPod. All 8,000 of them are trite, overplayed, noise. I hate my desk. I hate my chair. I can't get comfortable. I can't concentrate with music, I can't focus without it. Season 4 of Scrubs just arrived in the post, and I have no desire to watch it.

I am simultaneously gripped by an insane-making urge to avoid the novel, and an equally insane-deathmarch-drive to finish the novel. Oh, yeah, and there's an idea for a brand-spanking-new novel nibbling at my frontal lobe. Um, hello? What about those other scads of novels, patiently waiting their turn for so long? What about this novel, whose turn it definitely is?

Hoo, boy, welcome to the bitter end.

All revisable words have been revised, and now all I have left is the new stuff I skipped, and tidying up all those bits which really should have been tidied up before now.

See ya on the other side.

3 thoughts on “but i don't wanna

  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment.

    I think that we all have those days, where everything is kind of blah (especially our own writing). Hopefully, you will break out of it soon.

    I'm adding you to my blogroll.

  2. Hi Fred. How goes the choosing of which novel to write?

    Thankfully I know my process, and my own sprained brain, well enough not to take myself too seriously when I start in on how much I hate my own work. I am, quite simply, not trustworthy 😉 I've just put the magical =30= on the second novel, so am feeling much more sanguine about writing these past couple of days. Braindead and little more than conscious, but sanguine! 😉

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