I'm stuck again! I'm starting to hate my novel.
Starting to really hate seeing this little cursor flashing at me on a white sheet of page. Even now, on this blog, it's flashing at me as if to say "what are you waiting for? You haven't got all day or night write write write"
Boo Hiss.
I need a new guy. Indeed I do. My ability to be creative is locked into my ability to have a man in my life or at the very lest a crush. And I'm all tapped out. I've used and slightly abused the MotorCityMachine Guns! as far as being a muse. I need some fresh flesh! I think I'm still in zombie mode too which isn't helping.
