Salting the Skies

I wish.

Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” accompanies the first cracks of my Friday with its silent monumentality. Perhaps its brilliance will lure the creativity back to my head? A mad author can only hope.

Anyway, on the books for today… (Notice the play of words there? “Books” and I’m a writer of “books”?... yeah, I told you the dearth of imagination in my head is staggering. *lol*)… I must, MUST do the interview with MM Good Book Reviews for “Ravenscar.”

I so want to be brilliant, but I’m afraid all I’m going to be is blah.

Is there a rain dance for creativity?

Is there a way to salt my mental clouds to coax a little literary pizazz to fall upon my head?

Maybe Home Depot has a few scraps of imagination on their nuts and bolts aisle?

Thankfully I still have a few days before returning to real writing on Writhe’s sequel is required. (We won’t mention all the work I MUST be doing on my mainstream Romance Thriller and my mainstream Historic Romance. Right now I’m running so dry I wouldn’t know the waters of the main stream if I fell face first into the stupid thing. *chuckles*)

Wish me stormy clouds and I’ll wish you smooth sailing…

*rolls eyes*

Told you the imagination is kaput.

Until tonight…

Chloe

The Ratting Horde of Creativity

Creativity fled today like a horde of rats out of a burning barn.

Admittedly not a very pretty picture, but sometimes the truth is a little wretched on the senses.

I had nothing today.

I plopped down the interview with MMGoodBookReviews in front of me and raised my trusty pen in the air fully prepared to thrill the reading masses… and I went blank.

All power to the “thrilling the reading masses” station had not only been turned off but the darn wires had been disconnected and sold on Ebay.

It was ugly.

Rats out of a burning barn ugly.

Thankfully, the rest of my day went a lot prettier.

A trip to the nursery with my mom led to a glorious Penta invasion. Pink, white and red petals have flooded my front yard in a cascade of summer.

Unfortunately the Pentas did not halt the fleeing of the rodents… You know, only a wacked out writer would find that thought disappointing. *chuckles*

Hopefully all of your rats stay put tonight, fellow authors.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe