One of my professors believes that procrastination is a cognitive style, especially for a creative piece of work. It sounds awfully good on a slow writing day like this. (NaNoWriMo and slow writing? Oh the irony.)
So first day of NaNoWriMo, my inner perfectionism jumps out at every opportunity just so she can point her horny black finger at me and laugh at my wordless drought. The result?
Oh you know, me, sitting in front of the screen, staring and counting as the cursor appears and disappears. *One hundred and one… One hundred and two…* And waiting.
Waiting for the magical zap of Holy Creativity to galvanize my inventive powerhouse into full motion.
It was pathetic. *Sobs*
Time to look at camels:
PS: They sell Geodes at Knott’s Berry Farm.