Kage Baker loved to write – except when she didn’t. She said the only way to be a writer was to sit still and freaking write -except when you couldn’t. She laid a geas upon me to write very single day for the rest of my life! Soooo ….
What I will write today is a list of reasons not to write today. Some are Kage’s. Some are mine. All are real.
It’s too hot/cold/foggy/windy/on fire.
There’s a cat on my keyboard.
I need more coffee.
I can’t find my lucky bra.
There is a car show in Morro Bay.
We packed the adapter for the German corn popper, not the laptop.
The back fell off my chair.
There’s a parrot on my keyboard.
There’s a House marathon on and the dialogue makes me feel inferior.
My hands look funny.
You’re knitting too loudly.
I left Guybrush Threepwood covered in meringue.
I just found a new Stephen King.
I just found an old Stephen King.
My protagonist disapproves of my life style.
God is waiting to take me to dinner.
I need retsina and rahat loukoum.
Plums just came in season. Yes, right this very minute.
We need a dozen bombes.
There’s a parrot in my hair.
Everything I’ve written for the last three hours just vanished off the screen.
Fandango is calling my name …
We need red Christmas lights right now!
Let’s make skeleton cookies.
The cat on the bed behind me keeps patting my back.
Let’s go shopping for a fireplace.
I see whales.
I need the original cast recording of The Mikado. From 1917.
I need more Coke.
Top Gear is on in 10 minutes.
I need more chocolate.
My God, it’s full of fish/Latin/crap/stars.
I’m out of black jelly beans.
Is there a Basque restaurant anywhere near here?
This computer doesn’t have the right font.
The vibe is bad.
You need socks.
The vibe is too good to write.
I need to learn to to tie a Turk’s head knot.
The sea is just so, like … big … (gaaaassp, cough cough cough)
I need a camera obscura.
There are five-and-forty ways/Of constructing tribal lays/And every single one of them is TRUE.