by Peg Brantley, Writer at work, stumbling toward publication
Some days . . .
. . . I feel stuck, the words all clogged up somewhere beyond my reach. The story that was so clear to me yesterday is suddenly a tangled mess of impossible plot lines.
. . . my vision is blurry and my nose is stuffed, which seems to effect my cognitive abilities as well.
. . . I feel like I have too many things that need taken care of, but if you asked me to tell you what they were, I couldn't name more than three. I just FEEL like they're there are dozens out there, waiting for me fix them/clean them/cook them or otherwise deal with them.
And then some days, well . . .