Indeed, tonight I had all my rituals in order (wearing my Hemingway shirt, burning a Paddywax Tolstoy candle, Noisy Typer sounding off my typing, classical music in the background), but it's not happening.
I wrote 6 pages of a short story I've been conceiving (and excited about) for some time and it is just not coming out the way I want it to.
Which means I was either tired (I had just run my miles... though theoretically my circulation should've been good and my body should've been energized and feeling healthy) or hungry (I hadn't eaten anything more than some chocolate cake for breakfast).
At any rate, I think I'll re-write portions of my query letter and send it to a few literary agents and perhaps submit some short stories to a few magazines.
That way I can't call the entire night a loss.
It just sucks when the writing doesn't flow like you want it to.
Perhaps I should finish writing one of my screenplay projects or chip away at the sitcom pilot.
Screenwriting doesn't require nearly the poetic attribution and detail that short fiction or novel writing does.
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