No miracles, just beavers
I thought I'd been having trouble writing recently as I've mentioned. But what I realise now is that it's the entire opposite. I've been writing stories like a maniac inside my head. I could, if you were in front of me, relate you five or six just like that.
But somehow, they're staying locked in there. A creative block isn't a matter of a well being dry. It's more a brook that's being dammed by eagerly chomping beavers felling trees in my internal forest.
Time for some pest control methinks.
But for now, no miracles, just a quiet Christmas. I hope you all have or have had good ones yourselves. See you on the other side.
Kxx
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I'm a Musician, writer, photographer, designer, transgendered z-list celebrity. Insomniac's boyfriend. Tragic glamour and sleepless nights are my fellow travellers. Skinny jeans and pointy shoes are my mode-us operandi. I like cats. Especially the ones who talk. Oh, and David Lynch.
