Coffee I; Writing II

[caddyman]

Crumbs. I think I may have over done it with the coffee today. I am positively tidal – I can feel the moon traversing the sky. An hour ago it was above my left kidley, now it’s part way above my liver and moving west…

The only way out of this conundrum, I think, is to drink more coffee. This may sound daft, but it will force the stuff I’ve already consumed to er, move on as it were. Apart from which, wandering off to the tea point is one of the few entertainments around here. This morning the boiler was being serviced, so we had to go around the corner and through Bat Country to the other tea point. I don’t think it had been mopped out since I used it last, about six months ago. Then they wonder why there are mice in this place.

I have managed to write some more Dimpler Towers, but it’s still only creeping along. It doesn’t feel humorous, that’s the problem. It feels forced.

Oh the irony of it all. I’m actually in the mood to write and the inspiration won’t come and with no deadlines or indeed commitment to fulfil, it’s only gritted teeth that’re keeping me going. Ah me, what to do? What to do?

Comments

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

Just the sort of advice to give a non smoking sedentary civil servant... I think you should focus on who will read it - Telemeister is doing great with his so point your story telling at him and who knows

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

That's right, actually, (and ta for the condiment), focusing on who will read it does keep me going, but when I mention it to the one or two people whom have expressed an interest, I hear, "Oh, I haven't had time to go online and read it lately; did you put some more up?"

So I write for the same reason I play guitar: to please myself.

Come on Bry! We're all impatient now. Well, two of us are.

And it was indeed tweeg, y'forgetful great nerk. Tweed would have made no sense. 0/10, see me.