Day two of the no inspiration day. I've managed to start the piece though and I'll keep going until I've got something to submit. then I'll have more time to re-do it again afterwards. Just when I think I've got it hard, I was reading the "newspapers" book and found that all the journos for top notch mainstream newspapers don't even get a full lunch. This girl was writing till 2am, went to work at 9am and filed her story by 2pm. Then on to the next story. So why am I complaining? I wish there was a boot camp for writers. That would be good for me.
My friend gave me The Inheritance of Loss, bought all the way from India. I started reading it and I wasn't hooked to keep going. I was also reading Isabel Allende's "The Forest of Pygmies" or something and that didn't hook me either. Which leads me to this comforting conclusion: Not all brilliant writers are consistently brilliant! If Sedai can get a Man Booker Prize for a book that I didn't even read past page 1, I am okay!
Back to the grind like a butcher on Christmas day.
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