I’ve always said that I don’t have writer’s block. Lie from the pit. The problem is, I didn’t know it until I was talking to an author friend, Vikki Kestell about how I can’t start a book without a title. Can’t write. What’s that called? Yeah. Writer’s Block. It’s real, folks.
I just didn’t realize I have it. So it is a lie… but not an intentional one. But, had I even thought of it, it absolutely would have been obvious. It was a sin of laziness and a bit of pride, I admit. Realizing I don’t have blank-page-fright made me so happy I didn’t think about other reasons for not being ABLE to write. Duh.
Oh, yeah. I promised five more. So, I’m gonna list ’em out. My first “tell all” post.
- My bedroom is always a disaster movie from November 1 through December 26. It’s October 13 and I can’t stand to look at it right now. I think it’s practicing for the big day or something. Anyone got a torch? (I’d prefer Medieval to British flashlights. I do NOT want to see this any clearer than I already do)
- I haven’t been grocery shopping in four weeks. We have little food in the house. I’m trying to figure out how I can make dinner out of leftover baked chicken chests, a bottle of Dijon mustard (that hubby hates) and a bag of moldy bread crumbs that once was a loaf. Oh, and grapes. We have massive amounts of grapes for some unknown reason. Anyone got an infection? I think I can cure it or make wine to sterilize a wound if it’s in that. Just don’t die before it ferments.
I can quote the movie Arthur with Dudley Moore and Liza Minnelli from beginning to end. I don’t recommend watching it, but I’ve seen it so many times as a kid that I can quote it. In fact, many of the “family phrases” that we say in this house are from that movie… and my kids don’t even know it.
- Unlike most authors, I hate coffee. Total failure, I admit this. I do, however, make myself drink it from time to time. It usually helps me avoid the nebulizer when I feel an asthma attack coming on. I figure caffeine is better for you than albuterol.
- I have mad organization and decluttering skills. Weirdly enough, I also have little motivation to keep UP those systems and decisions. I think I actually like letting things get into disarray so I have the fun of fixing it again. Oh, and I just learned this about me. Like 32.4 seconds ago when I started typing it.
I am not done with my Christmas shopping. Hey, I don’t even have lists together. I am not looking forward to the mess. Truth be told in this post about me being a liar, I just want to wake up and have done it all, enjoyed every second, and not have to actually DO anything. Weird, right? Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love wrapping gifts. Maybe if I go buy wrapping paper I’ll get the urge to figure out WHAT we’re doing this year. Yeah.
So back to that whole “Writer’s Block” thing. I need a series title (books’ll have their own titles) for sisters who reconnect, reunite, reignite their relationship after many years. Right now, I’ve got “Sister-to-Sister.” Not exactly inspiring. Ideas anyone?