I finally pulled my procrastinating thumb out of my arse and did some writing, in that wonderful quiet spot between Christmas and New Year when you can live on leftovers and stay at home while the rest of the world hits the sales. I quite like my tale of satanic paper cats and their reluctant hostess.
Unfortunately, this was supposed to be my entry for an annual writing group competition with a word count of 2,500 to 3,500, and I'm at 4,500 and rising. Oops. It seems the engraved Writer's Block is destined to spend a year on someone else's shelf. It will probably be happier on a shelf that gets dusted more frequently anyway. I wouldn't want to interfere with the dawn of a new dust bunny species which is likely to occur in my house later this year.
Dust bunny species!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. I'm going to have to remember that one. I hope 2012 is a great year for you--and that you'll be able to evict your dust bunnies.
I bet you can find someplace else to submit it. And at least you're writing!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, babe!
I agree with Dee. Keep writing and you'll find some place to submit it. :) Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteKeep on keeping on, Rosie!
ReplyDeleteBetter that the words spill forth than the proverbial writer's block dam hamper your efforts.
Happy New Year!
Glad I'm not the only one for whom word counts are a mere barrier to break. Can't write a short story to save my life! Make it an epic. Happy new year!
ReplyDeleteThanks guys :) I guess I'll start combing the duotrope listings for cat anthologies.
ReplyDeleteGo big or go home, right? Word counts are stiffeling.
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