I’ve just returned from Los Angeles, Gentle Reader, where I presented at an academic conference for scholars of Victorian literature. It was great fun in the way that only hanging out with similar, like-minded people can be. I had an excellent panel, a great discussion, and feel confident this is a project I should move forward on.
But as this project was rather dusty–I began it several years ago, and just recently picked it up again–it got me thinking of other, dusty projects. Writing novels, as it were, and how dusty those novels are getting. This hand situation has put a damper in my writing style, certainly, but also, I have put a damper on it myself, with a mental block, of sorts, on writing.
I am a firm believer, as loyal Readers of this blog surely know, of BICHOK: Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard. But Friends, I find that I’m not following my own advice! What to do, what to do?
BICHOK, of course. Which I will try, forthwith.
Cheers, my friends. What are you working on today?
The Postmodern Bluestocking 