I blame Satan.

[willow_25]

Really, it's easy to blame evil for your problems.  Because, well, evil.

I wrote three paragraphs last night, which is three more than I've written on my fic since the Poison Ivy Incident.  And then it was gone.  I keep staring at the page, hoping to squeeze a few more words out...But, no.

So, other than deciding writer's block is the work of the devil, not a whole lot going on here.  One of my annoyances was fired.  As in, escorted out of the building.  Woot.  And now, everything here is peaceful...More so since she stopped calling and having me transfer her to everyone in the office she hung out with.

More later, I hope.  In the meantime, I wrote a call for drabble requests a few days ago, and I've completed all those asked for; so if you want one, I have some time.  The cursor, she is mocking me.  And to those who requested earlier, thanks for the ideas, hope you liked.

Comments

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

Write about a meek, mild-mannered man going on an odyssey...

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

p.s. He has little confidence, and is afraid of cotton.

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

Afraid of cotton? You know some strange people...

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

heh...my friend Allison has a very strange, yet very real phobia to cotton balls/cotton stuffing. She freaks out like a person stuck in a box with 200 poisonous spiders.

[flostonparadise.livejournal.com]

Repent. Just repent.

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

How about if I just smack Satan around a little?

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a pretty fair mix of good and bad news, there -- at least the coworker thorn is out of your side.

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

You'd burn your hands.