... this way comes.
It has fingers that lure the thoughts out of your head, a voice that makes you think of other things and a face that sends you screaming. This monster has a name: Writer's Block.
Dear Godness, I had one week off and I promised not to pressure myself to much, but 3400 instead of 4300 words?
And now, now I want to sit down and write something, and I'm remembering that I have to do this and that and... I'm finding all kinds of excuses not to write.
Isn't there a cure against monsters in the wardrobe or behind curtains? That might help here too.
Laughter? (I need to watch Monsters Inc. again, I love that movie *g*)