Things I cannot do

People talk and wax poetical about writers block. Oh, the pain! The discomfort! Somedays I can't get myself to do ordinary things; it's like I have do-ers block. Tonight i can't pack. I'm going home just for four nights but i feel claustrophobic, i dont want to. But instead of fixing the problem, I stare at clothes on my floor. I look for cds i need to return to the library, i google search random places on the globe, people i'll never meet.

I wrote last weekend. God, it was like a drug, it was like getting my long long overdue fix. I'm a junkie. But I'm too scared to use. I'm not allowed to quit.

I told ryan, a guy i work with i'd let him read THE NOVELLA by dec 1. I have a week to go. crap. I can write at work tom. I can write on Sunday but CRAP. I'm running out of time and i need deadlines.

I gots to get my grove back.

And, of course, pack. Gawd, Alissa if it's so horrible you can drive BACK. You don't have to sleep there any more than you want to...