...than a keyboard. Well, for me, at least.
Finishing my current WIP has been tough. In the final stages, I've resorted to pen and paper--my ever-faithful 'Block' buster. Although I'm not finished yet, today has been one of those rare sweet days where the words are just flying onto the page. My hand aches from writing. I just can't keep up with all those delicious words and ideas.
What a buzz! I've just done a little happy dance of delight. I couldn't help myself. :)
Okay, so most of what I've written will be rubbish, but I know there's enough material there to construct something fairly decent, to get me to where I want to be.
I'm drunk, and without a sip of booze. How do you get through the tough days of writerly constipation?