Sometimes you must treat your writing like a lover.
When things have turned predictable and stale, when sex is still had
but breathless anticipation of it is not, surprise can be the cure. Corner your
other in the kitchen, the foyer, behind a tree in the backyard and instigate a
little “quick and dirty.” It is amazing what will come.
(I jumped my writing last night
right after dinner and had a rowdy and productive romp with it on the living
room floor. It was just what we both so needed.)
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
