Actually, it's not butter. This has absolutely nothing to do with butter, not even the teensiest bit.
Of course, if it did have something to do with butter, I probably wouldn't have used that title. I go for the ridiculous, don't I?
Anyway, my good news is this: Starting Friday night--approximately three hours after my last post--my writer's block was broken.
It began slow, my recovery. I started out small and forced myself to write and write and write until it felt like I had carpal tunnel [which I probably do have, after all the hours I've put in on that silly laptop]. Next thing I knew, BAM! Like magic, there were words! Fragments! Phrases! Clauses! Even sentences!
I so badly wanted to scream in my joy, but I felt that two o'clock in the morning was not a good time for that. And I really didn't want to celebrate before I knew if I was cured, either.
So I waited all day Saturday. I hung out with friends, watched some episodes of Brothers & Sisters with Aphrie [from the season we both missed], and then scampered up to my room to click and clack on the keyboard.
Staring at the screen, I took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment.
And I could write again.
So Saturday night was spent reveling in the glory of my newfound happiness. No longer bound by the chains of unoriginality, I could be myself again, and write.
Abby's back, folks. Abby's back. :]
15 years ago
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