Monday, July 19, 2010
My Broken Writing Muscle
My friend Mark asked me on facebook tonight why I hadn't posted a big follow-up yet on the Muskoka Novel Marathon.
He said something like, "whadja do, break your writing muscle?" (It was something like that. I'm too lazy to go back to fb to copy the exact quote.)
You know what, Mark?
You are absolutely right.
My writer's muscle is strained, sprained, busted, stomped, flattened and wheezed out. Not to mention popped like a big fat zit.
(Oh, that reminds me of The Littlest Hobo!)
This guy's a real noodle, but anyway ....