What do you do when a story lurks somewhere
inside and you just can't reach it?
Keep calm an carry on.
Take a coffee break, a long walk on the beach or
watch a funny cartoon, whatever jolts your brains from the static of uninspired
mood.
And then you approach it carefully, sneak behind
it and grab it by the legs so it can't run away. Even short stories have good
running legs you know. They're fast little bastards who can't wait to trick
your work tired brain, and just ...whoosh... escape to the freedom of
Not-Put-To-Paper-Land.
Apparently mine needs a bit more coercing to come
out of a shrouded corner, where it got itself hidden for a few weeks now.
I'm going for a walk. Hope my absence will trick
it into jumping out from there, and let itself be exposed to readers.
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