There are days when writing is a joy. Then there are those days when writing can make you mean. These days might include when:
You realize you have spent the last 5 minutes wondering why you have shelves of mugs in your kitchen when you only use 3.
You wonder why so many of the mugs are unspeakably ugly.
You remember who gave you those mugs. You curse them. Kindly.
Refocusing on the work at hand, you discover your characters seem to be addicted to smiling, shrugging and sighing. Opening their eyes really wide also seems to be very popular.
You have the perfect scene in your head but it refuses to come out of your fingers.
However, upon rereading your manuscript, you discover you've already written this same scene, not once, not twice, but three times.
You start obsessing about the mugs again.
You realize you need a break. You take all the mugs out, wash them, then put them all back. You can't get rid of any of them today, you're writing.
You write. Look. It's the same scene. AGAIN.
You realize that one of those mugs would be perfect for filling with a liquid other than coffee or tea. That mug is your new favourite.
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