Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Will Robinson Meets the Tar Baby

Remember Lost in Space? Danger, danger, Will Robinson and all that rot? Well, today was one of those Lost in Space days in terms of writing. Not necessarily the good kind, either. The best days are those where I'm in the zone of oblivion, tooling along as time passes unaware. The Lost in Space days are those where I struggle, but time still passes. And, at the end of it, I think: Did I get anything done? Then, I think, Well, I must have . . . because it's now five and I've been at it since eight. Today was one of those days. Lots of cutting and pasting, searching for material in older versions, rewriting and bridging. But still better than the Brain Dead Brick Wall Days, right? Approaching midpoint and feeling a bit like Br'er Rabbit and the Tar Baby.



  1. Hello Miss Nina! Coming to you from the Highlands and thought I'd pop by and say hey. My email is not working properly in the UK so I thought I'd say a super big Heloooooooo from Scotland!!!

    Cheers lassie!!!

  2. I'm so green with envy but hoping you're having the time of your life. Are you going to Culloden? If so, do me a favor and let me know if you hear any birdsong. Legend had it, no birds sing out of respect for those in the Well of the Dead.



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