When my son was younger and doing homework, it was a physical struggle as much as a mental one for him. He would twist and turn in his chair, pull away from the work on the desk or computer in front of him. The less he understood, the more his body wriggled and contorted. As he resisted it, spinning in confusion, he physically expressed his incomprehension and frustration. There are days I feel like that and this is one of them. I go back and forth to my WIP, I flip between screens, I get up and wander about the house, I eat chocolate. (And that's without the cleaning you've heard about before - today I did the bathroom!) My willow is almost horizontal today in the wind and there are occasional crashes from the patio and down the side of the house, which I try not to think about. I want to go out and blow away like a leaf in the sunshine and wind, not sit here and fight with words. Failing that, I will go and get another piece of chocolate cake.
But, hey, I sold two stories last week - can't be all bad.
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