Bird of Ill Repute
Oct
13
2008

Telegraph From A Writer On The Edge

Got up this morning, after dreaming of polar bears, STOP.

Worked out, STOP.

Swung a sledgehammer, STOP.

Made two pumpkin pies currently in oven, STOP.

Ate second breakfast and made coffee, STOP.

First breakfast is the thing I choke down so I don’t pass out while running, STOP.

Am two scenes away from end of novel, STOP.

Have two short stories due, STOP.

Don’t have time to sob in pain at all the deadlines. STOP. I did this to myself. STOP.

Send reinforcements; failing that, send chocolate. STOP.

Failing that, send tranquilizer gun.

END.

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3 Responses to “Telegraph From A Writer On The Edge”

  1. Sassee Says:

    *Virtual hugs*

    Hang in there! And remember to breathe. That’s important. ;)

  2. Rebecca Says:

    “Send reinforcements; failing that, send chocolate.”

    Sounds like a bumper sticker/T-shirt/coffee mug waiting to happen.

    Good luck with everything, and if it makes you feel any better, this post completely reflects my mood of late and made me smile. Coupled with your recent dream post, it was a perfect reality check and encouragement for me to keep pushing forward. So thank you!

  3. J A Houston Says:

    *Sends box of chocs*

    Just thought id remind you of why you do this every day to you self and in doing so thank you for an uber read.

    Just finshed Hunter’s Prayer last night at 4AM, was that hocked i couldnt put the dam book down :D

    Just thought id say thank you very much for such a gripping story, its given my self and a few mates of mine many hours of pleasure as im sure it has millions of others out there. So from all of us Kismet fans in my home town thank you.

    I would say i cant wait till the next book but it seems your already swamped as it is so ill leave you alone now.

    Keep safe Mrs Saintcrow