Some before bed reading…
I’m finishing up a book and have been stuck on the last 5-10 pages for a few months. Keep waiting for writers block to let up, but – a watched painting never dries?
It feels like making a mix tape for someone you have a giant, possibly unrequited crush on — you have to get it just right. EVERYTHING is at stake. It needs to knock the wind out, without feeling like a sucker punch. No cutesy “get it, haw haw?” endings, either. This is why I never try for the last word in an argument.
Fin. C’est tout, for now.
Title credit: Pulp, Happy Endings