
Originally Posted by
mattbcl
Thread revival!
I was planning on staying up all night tonight to go on a writing binge. In my post-teen years, I'd find myself a day or two off work and purchase Mountain Dew (or some other sufficient substitute falling under the categories of "heavily caffeinated" and "legal") by the truckload, then sequester myself in a room and write to my heart's content. I wouldn't emerge for at least 30 hours; my eyes would be bleeding, my fingers would be sore, I'd have a bladder bloated out roughly the size of Normandy, and you could see my eardrums throbbing out past my lobes. But damn it, I'd have WRITTEN THINGS.
I've prepared myself for this evening. I got a pair of Dew 2-liters (one classic, one White Out) and a supplementary case (Supernova), and I've already chugged one of the 2-liters. I'm at the crux of a plotline right now, the center of the high-wire act, where I can produce some of the stuff I've been waiting for.
But not a single word has been forthcoming. And I've been sitting here for 3 hours, waiting patiently. Maybe a little too patiently.
My girlfriend suggested I get a couple hours' sleep so I can rejuvenate a little. I tend to agree. But God, it's disappointing.