It's been going on....Oh...a month maybe since I've worked on my book. I'm the worst author ever I say to myself as I'm getting into bed last Monday. Through last week I struggled with my lack of both inspiration and motivation, becoming pissed with my job and pretty much everything else. So this week started like the previous ones but then yesterday I woke up and said something different.
In which I attempt to find inspiration by looking at the paint:
At 10:30ish I woke up, I proceeded to clean up around the tree-house. The cat's stared at me with quizzical looks as I continued to clean up thing.
At 12:40 something I went on the computer and attempted to type something funny here; with banana in hand I started my task.......
My eyes fluttered open at 3pm.... God dammit I had fallen asleep, "What the crap!" I yelled the cat that had fallen asleep on my legs was not happy about that. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, when I moved my hands I could see my reflection in the TV and was suddenly struck with an idea.
3:30 "Well here i am, laying on the floor staring at the celling in my underwear hoping that a typing fairy comes down here and helps me out with my issues, but alas, much to my dismay this is no help... Poop....well lets give it more time.
6:30 Dammit I fell asleep again. I need to eat something.
8:10 I spend the next hour banging on my key board in an attempt to make words come out of nothing.
12am,Contempt that I have typed something (this) I decided to go to bed.
