There’s a line from a story called In My Next Life by Pam Houston that goes:
Life gives us what we need when we need it. Receiving what it gives us is a whole other thing.
I’m not what I would call a spiritual person, and this story isn’t about that. It’s about this.
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Writers bore: that thing that happens to me during the day when I’m supposed to be working on a blog post for a client but I’d rather be blogsurfing or twittering (because those things are more fun than doing legal research)
Writers block: that part of the creative process where I’m considering killing my story (or myself) because I’m afraid of what will happen if I get it right
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Because of you
I’ve built a spare room
inside my head,
stocked it with fingerpaint
and sidewalk chalk
just to see
how you would decorate.
This post is part of the lovely Liz’s 25 Words project. Play along?
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I had a nice polite post all planned for today. (Really!) Then I got distracted.
The phrase “Testicles Cookbook” flashed by on the twhirl-o-vision, and I had to look.
(Disclaimer: Before you crack the cover, please note that I am not the person to sue for any psychological trauma you may endure; I am simply the carrier pigeon. Enter at your own risk.)
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