That's what every blocked writer really needs: something more significant they should be doing instead, an earth-shaking, life-changing project you're stealing time from to work on this little novel. Or the great novel you ought to be drafting while you knock off your memoir just for fun. Granted, inventing such a decoy project and convincing yourself that you may actually get around to it someday requires a bold and sustained act of imagination. But that's what writers do, isn't it -- make stuff up?
My "decoy project": is blogging. How fucked is that?
5 comments:
How about if my decoy project is "life?" hmm...
pretty fucked. I don't have to tell you how many times I've written precisely the same post using more time and more words.
and to what end?
I'm glad we blog. It's a safe vent, if there is such a thing.
my decoy? the dishes.
Hey Anonymous: Heavy, man.
someone: I'll be in Portland next week. Arriving Wed. We can be each others decoy.
call when you get here. I'll be the one dressed as a mallard.
You guys quack me up.
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