Last night was not a good one. I never really sank any deeper than twilight sleep and when I did, it was only to be pummeled the entire time with words. (Not literally, of course. It just feels like that when I’m bombarded by beautiful turns of phrase that must be captured immediately.)
I’ll bet any writer knows what follows: a grope for pen and pad in the dark, so as not to earn oneself a divorce; the morning’s discovery that one writing session’s notes overlapped with another, so that much is downright illegible; and finally, that the few surviving snippets aren’t half as divine as they seemed at the time…
Wordmares. Well, that’s my name for them, anyway.
From experience I know that anything I should write today will be pedestrian and workmanlike, so today’s structure will be somewhat different. I’m going to unplug. Then I’ll indulge in a long, leisurely walk that will bliss -out my dog. Tonight there’s a family picnic to attend and probably later still, a movie.
How about you? Do you have wordmares? And how do you refill the well when you’re feeling tapped-out?