balding angrily

I think I spoke too soon with yesterday’s post. The creative part of writing is the hardest; I’ve been staring at those few paragraphs for the day, trying to figure out where the story goes. Part of me just wants to end it there. Part of me wants to find out more about this character who has vivid and horrifying fantasies. And then I spent an hour this morning editing a few other pieces. I really love editing - taking an x-acto knife to a piece. The creative part hurts my head.

At Tuesday’s Writers’ Group, we’re sharing short-short humor stories. I re-wrote a post from this blog because nothing really funny is happening to me since Jen-An and Owen moved away. Oh! But good news, Jen-An is visiting Dallas, so we get to see her tonight. Hopefully she’ll do something wacky.