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Where the F%#& is My Mind?
mood: 
frustrated
frustratedmusic: http://www.pandora.com/
I take a week off of work to try and write. Try and finish up my sequel to Null/Void. Just sit down and pound it out.
*sigh*
And next to nothing comes out.
I keep looking at the nearly blank page, going over in my head where my story is going. I have an outline. I have some critical plot points coming to a head. I know where it's going. I know what I'm doing with this book.
And in four days, I've punched out less than 1K.
Everything distracts me. Life distracts me. Motes of dust in the air distract me. Anger distracts me. My inability to put word to paper distracts me.
This isn't writers bock. I know where the plot is going. i know where the subplots are going. I've got this b*tch scripted tighter than anything I've ever written before.
Why can't I do this?
I do wish you were here.
Maybe Monday night and Tuesday will be easier with you *thwack*ing me when I get distracted.