Excuses, excuses

I haven’t written in days. I can’t. I’ve tried but I just can’t. It won’t come. I have an idea for an ending but I can’t get it there. I sit down in front of the computer and nothing happens; nothing good anyway. Oh my Bob I suck.

But apparently “Oh my Bob I suck” is not a valid excuse for not writing. So here are some that might be:

I have writer’s block.

I have writer’s cramp.

I’m sleepy.

I’m hungry.

I’m thirsty.

I’m drunk.

My pen ran out of ink.

My computer ran out of electricity.

Dirty Jobs is on TV and I must watch it, um, to study it as research … for my main character … yeah, that’s it. Research.

Telemarketers wanting me to donate to the Fraternal Order of Police called and broke my deep concentration.

My cat had a hairball attack that left me emotionally scarred.

My horoscope said today is not a good day for creativity.

It’s raining.

It’s too hot.

It’s too cold.

I have to take my pet rock for a walk.

Mei spel chek brocke.

What’s your excuse?

109 comments July 28th, 2008