Day Thirteen: "Writer's Walk"

Another blank page to fill with words.

 This is the first night I haven't come to the page with something stirring in my brain to start working out. Okay, there are things - 7 billion people gone in a flash (see Selection Event) - and there are Gods among us (see American Gods), but mostly there's just ...

Okay, so I went onto Reddit earlier and I ran across a blog by some person writing weird "Jane" stories. I read a few and tried to figure out the attraction because there definitely seemed to be one as it was the third story from the top. (I tried to find it again, but no luck - maybe tomorrow!) The stories were high-schoolish - sort of like Mean Girls. Okay, the first one was funny - the rest were just different scenarios with the same idea.

But in the end, whoever this person is writing these weird little scenarios is writing, now isn't she/he?
Instead of writing, I think I'll go to sleep now. My dog, Dusty Mocha (bushy-haired Cocker Spaniel who (yes, he's a who not an it) doesn't at all look like a Cocker and should have been named Paul Anka) keeps trying to use my Mactop as a pillow and I am giving up the battle.

If you need further encouragement to write, see Natalie Goldberg and her book, Writing Down the Bones. You won't regret it.
        Any day now, I will take my own advice.
                  Maybe tomorrow.

Thursday, for sure.

    Absolutely Friday, though. No doubt.

("Writer's Walk" refers to Stephen King's Bag of Bones)