By Leisha Maw
Do you ever have one of those mornings? You know the kind that make you wish Mondays came every day because they are so much easier to deal with that the morning you just had. Well, today was my Kid C's morning.
What made it so bad? Well, to start off with he had to get up. Harsh I know. It was like this:
Me: Good morning!
Kid C groaning and hiding in his covers.
Me coaxing him out: Where's my Bug Man?
Kid C growling at me like a rabid dog.
Me dressing Kid C like an overly large rabid dog/doll and helping/dragging him upstairs.
Kid C flopping on the ground like a dead man getting over rabies.
Me rolling my eyes and setting his breakfast on the table: Dead people get hungry. Are you sure you don't want to eat?
Kid C growling at me. Again.
Yup, it's been one of those. What's he doing right now? He's still playing dead.
What does this have to do with writing? Well for starters, I've been feeling a little bit like Kid C when it comes to writing lately. I growl and mutter at the computer and want to play dead. Why? Because I know I have to make some changes to the end of my WIP, and I don't want to face that. Again.
Funny thing is Kid C just got up and went to school. As he walked out the door with a biscuit in his mouth he smiled. Sigh. I guess the only way to beat this thing is to fortify myself with food and get to work.
What stalls you out your writing projects and how do you beat it? Do you shove a biscuit in your mouth and face it head on, or do you hide under the covers and growl? Or both like me?
Now, where is that last biscuit?