Words, they fail me.
Posted: 25 May 2015, 02:22
My editor thinks it would be a good idea to get away from everything for a while. She thinks it would help my muse, I think she’s full of ****. Writer’s block doesn’t mean I have a muse issue, per se. It means the line between my brain and fingers is stopped up. Plenty of **** floating around in my head, ideas, plots and storylines galore, but not a single ******* one wants to be put down on paper, which sucks.
Why does it suck, you ask? Because I have no trouble sitting down and writing out a god damned journal entry like some pathetic, angsty teenager, but to sit down and work on another book? You know, my ******* livelihood!? Yeah, nothing’s coming down that pipeline but sewage and garbage. Oh I know **** sells, I’ve read plenty of it, but the thing is, I don’t write ****, I write...fiction. GOOD fiction damn it! I used to think the problem that author’s had was writing themselves into a corner by settling for one genre. Maybe, just maybe, I have it wrong and they’re the ones who’ve been doing it the right way all this time, while I’ve spent my time writing everything from Science Fiction to Psychological Thrillers.
So here I am, renting a hotel room in some place called Harper Rock, in what seems like the middle of nowhere Canada, hoping that some time to rest and relax will be like Drano for the clogged pipes of my mind.
On a different note, this town has a **** ton of cops running around in it, and they stare at you with an awful lot of suspicion for no apparent reason. I asked one for directions to a decent hotel and he could barely be civil, treated me like I’m some sort of criminal for ****’s sake. It reminds me of growng up in the barrio...or more politically correctly Spanish Harlem. This town is nothing like where I grew up, and it sure as **** ain’t like the Village...or Manhattan. But the cops, they’re the same. Suspicious if you aren’t white, at least that’s the impression I got.
I did happen to drive by a gym, which’ll be great for keeping in shape. Maybe I’ll start looking for a place to rent, hotel’s never seem to give me the writing vibe….and then there’s the fact that some of them have bedbugs and loud *** guests who let their loud *** kids run up and down the halls. Yeah, the sooner I start looking for a place to rent, the sooner the writer’s block will take a long walk off a short pier. That’s the hope anyway.
-Pilar Ortiz
Why does it suck, you ask? Because I have no trouble sitting down and writing out a god damned journal entry like some pathetic, angsty teenager, but to sit down and work on another book? You know, my ******* livelihood!? Yeah, nothing’s coming down that pipeline but sewage and garbage. Oh I know **** sells, I’ve read plenty of it, but the thing is, I don’t write ****, I write...fiction. GOOD fiction damn it! I used to think the problem that author’s had was writing themselves into a corner by settling for one genre. Maybe, just maybe, I have it wrong and they’re the ones who’ve been doing it the right way all this time, while I’ve spent my time writing everything from Science Fiction to Psychological Thrillers.
So here I am, renting a hotel room in some place called Harper Rock, in what seems like the middle of nowhere Canada, hoping that some time to rest and relax will be like Drano for the clogged pipes of my mind.
On a different note, this town has a **** ton of cops running around in it, and they stare at you with an awful lot of suspicion for no apparent reason. I asked one for directions to a decent hotel and he could barely be civil, treated me like I’m some sort of criminal for ****’s sake. It reminds me of growng up in the barrio...or more politically correctly Spanish Harlem. This town is nothing like where I grew up, and it sure as **** ain’t like the Village...or Manhattan. But the cops, they’re the same. Suspicious if you aren’t white, at least that’s the impression I got.
I did happen to drive by a gym, which’ll be great for keeping in shape. Maybe I’ll start looking for a place to rent, hotel’s never seem to give me the writing vibe….and then there’s the fact that some of them have bedbugs and loud *** guests who let their loud *** kids run up and down the halls. Yeah, the sooner I start looking for a place to rent, the sooner the writer’s block will take a long walk off a short pier. That’s the hope anyway.
-Pilar Ortiz