Most believe the fleeting whims of their muse a bitch. Oh, not I dear sir, not I.
I believe the bitch is the dreaded lack of ideas. I used to believe the bitch was the dreaded writer's block, where mainly you continue writing but your personal editor in your own noodle tells you everything you are typing is complete shite! And yes, I spellt it shite! Perhaps a new word is needed... shyte. Yes! Shyte will do fine.
I'm not getting bad ideas, I'm getting no freaking ideas!!!!!
Ugh. Now I'm depressed. Okay, I need a new plan of attack. What about self mutilation with soggy noodles. Why the hell am I fixated on noodles. Ugh.
Shyte!
Well not to worry everybody. I will find a way to throw the bitch out of my mind and preferably out of my neighborhood. No MILF porn can solve this problem... it is time to venture down the YouTube rabbit hole. That's always fun. Start watching Dallas Cowboys training camp reports and highlights from practice and end up arguing with wannabe critics about why the first season of Iron Fist was not as bad as they believed.
Whew. At least now I know what to do. I might not get anymore writing done tonight; but, at least I have put on my robe and I am getting ready to pick the bitch up and drop kick her into the back yard where she belongs!!
The next chapter is coming. And it is coming... whenever the hell it is ready because trust me people, you don't wanna see it before it is ready.
--Shinerdrinker