And why are we blogging today then?

So that’s it then, I’ve finally hit that mythical writing stage: procrastination.

You see, I’ve come to the point where although I can see the end of the story, can reach out and touch it, I just can’t arrive at that magical ending.  There are points along the way, and they will all make amazing installments in this story, but I just can’t seem to pull them together into a story.  I think I’m ill.

I have, like, writers block or something.

So now I’m finding any and every excuse to avoid going back to that write post page, where the draft of today’s work sits.  Yesterday it was calling, waiting to be moulded and shaped into beautiful prose.  Now it’s just saying stay away, drink coffee, check out the WriMo message boards, blog, read blogs, even work.  Anything, just don’t come here.

So, although I have nothing of any importance or real interest to say, I may just spend my day waffling here, waiting for inspiration to strike, in the way that I know a lightening bolt could find me in a thunderstorm (because you know I’m unlucky enough!).

If anyone wants to write the next page, feel free.

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Edited to add: You are effing kidding me.  I wrote nearly 700 words before lunch and only one line has saved.  It killed me to drag out those words and now they’re effing gone!  Crap!