I am stuck. The writer's (cinder) block has come crashing down on my....
I. Can't. Think. Of .The. Word.
Oh yes, my husband just helped me... that would be skull!
---------------------------> Not the word count number of doom. I'm only 1845 words behind.
or if i were typing that in my book, I might consider writing it as "I have written nine thousand eight hundred and twenty-four words, and yet to make today's quota, I still need to write another one thousand eight hundred and forty-five."- just to boost my word count. I have been writing honorably without resorting to dirty tricks, but the dirty tricks are starting to sound like a good idea. You know, in the way that buying that microwave bacon fryer/ sweater drying rack combo sounds like it's a good idea at 3 am.
I am currently at the "I suck, my plot sucks, this is a load of sucking crap and I think I'll just quit" stage.
I must call my technical adviser, he's in the other room playing XBOX 360. I'm sorry I haven't visited yet this week, staring at a blank Word Document is keeping me busy. :(
Self-inflicted misery, it's the worst.
Oh yeah, more important things going on in the world...