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truepennyOkay, why am I not writing?
Honestly, I'm puzzled. I've got stuff to have happen, nobody's behaving out of character, and yet I open the file and stare at it and feel like I'm floundering around in a fog. This is what it feels like when I've taken a wrong turn, but there's no wrong turn here for me to take. I'm usually pretty good with the chapters that have checklists [e.g., TO DO IN CHAPTER 25: Emily and Paulina quarrel over their manuscript; Marianne makes an alliance with Charles to contest Sir Mortimer Woolridge's will; Gerard declares his true feelings for Lionel (QUERY: kiss?); Cynthia discovers the map to the hedge maze in the first Lady Woolridge's dressing table], but this time there's something wrong. As Dorothy Sayers puts it in my favorite chapter heading in Have His Carcase: "Evidence of Trouble Somewhere."
I feel like I'm staring at the ground and there's something heavy on my neck and shoulders that's preventing me from raising my head to see the landscape. But I can't turn my head to identify this black dog, either, which means I can't figure out what to do about it.
Honestly, I'm puzzled. I've got stuff to have happen, nobody's behaving out of character, and yet I open the file and stare at it and feel like I'm floundering around in a fog. This is what it feels like when I've taken a wrong turn, but there's no wrong turn here for me to take. I'm usually pretty good with the chapters that have checklists [e.g., TO DO IN CHAPTER 25: Emily and Paulina quarrel over their manuscript; Marianne makes an alliance with Charles to contest Sir Mortimer Woolridge's will; Gerard declares his true feelings for Lionel (QUERY: kiss?); Cynthia discovers the map to the hedge maze in the first Lady Woolridge's dressing table], but this time there's something wrong. As Dorothy Sayers puts it in my favorite chapter heading in Have His Carcase: "Evidence of Trouble Somewhere."
I feel like I'm staring at the ground and there's something heavy on my neck and shoulders that's preventing me from raising my head to see the landscape. But I can't turn my head to identify this black dog, either, which means I can't figure out what to do about it.
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Date: 2003-03-04 08:28 am (UTC)Not, sadly, a suitable day for taking a walk--(*looks out window*) good Christ it's snowing AGAIN. At the moment, am printing out 2 stories to send out this afternoon on Epic Journey to Post Office; perhaps after this is done, I'll go do some stretching exercises. That will be good for me, even if it doesn't solve my novelistic problems.