A most bizarre block

Not a true writer’s block. That involves having no idea what to write.

I know what I want to write, I have more than just a vague idea of this finale goes and a concrete certainty of what the final scene is.

But sit me down and there are no words. It’s like pulling teeth.

No idea how to combat this one. All I have left is my hail mary pass. If I can’t get the ball rolling on my own, then Friday night I shall get roaring drunk and plot with the husband. He may not co-author with me, but he still knows everything storyline, every surprise, and every hidden gem in the text.

In the mean time,  my house shall get very, very clean, and I’ll get caught up on critiquing my friends’ stuff.

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