That Kind Of A Day

Dillinger

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It was that kind of day. Everything I did was a disaster. Maybe I should not even have gotten out of bed in the morning after I awoke. It was all too much so bad that I couldn't even be doing my English writing rightly correct. It was not being a very kind of good day at all in any way whatsoever.

Being a writer can at times like these times be a definitely difficult hard career job when one can not even at all write or think or speak or even write in a proper correct sort of useful way. Being creative on demand as an everyday all the time expectation was often sometimes a very frustrating experience ordeal. Some days it just did not even pay to come in to work on days like this day was. Some days one just could not at all even correctly write proper. Like this today for example.
 
Okay, not meaning to brag in any way here, but only ten pages a day? On the rare occasions in which I write, I usually do 10-15 pages in one sitting. I feel guilty if I don't have the entire story finished in one day. Is this unusual?
 
Hell - I'm not looking at a blank screen, I'm looking at the screen and all I see is your hot ass, MistressHoney! (no stumbling over words on that one!)
 
And yes - when I'm on a roll I'm on a roll - the words come faster than I can type (over 100wpm) and its a mad rush to get everything down. Othertimes I ain't write so good.
 
i feel your pain. i tried uninstalling a game in an attempt to make it work with the expansion pack, but now it keeps asking for an imaginary disk so i can't reinstall.

hey, i know! lemmie get you a refreshing Mike's Hard Lemonade!
 
Re: Yeah...

RisiaSkye said:
What he said.

Today's just an off day, Dill. You'll bounce back.

*smile* Thanks - its all cyclical! Too bad its not a "getting off" day!
 
Re: Dill-baby

TN_Vixen said:
do you need a kiss? *s*

Yes - sure do - and a lot more - but that would be an excellent start!

Nice to see you hanging in one of my threads!
 
What's this? Do I hear, sense, infer a cry for help, a call to a muse, a shout at the thunder? Do you ever, sometimes, maybe wanna break out of your mindspace, box, little world, and spread thoughts, ideas, feelings, notions, like a giant, really big, enormous bubblewand? Let this be your guide, manual, tome; party on, live for today, cest la vie, oh muther fuckin' well. This too shall pass, abate, dissolve, and disappear. Hugggs, warm squeezes, embraces, booty bounce (oops a nonsequitur), to you Dill, Dillinger, where's the body?
 
My experience is that Schlitz and malt liquor don't mix.

But how can I even think of writing when I want your ass so much! Maybe I should write about your ass?


MistressHoney said:
*wiggle, wiggle* :p


I haven't been sleeping much, but just got up from a nap and read what I had written.

And fell off my work chair, laughing.

It was almost as funny as the time I wrote poetry while drunk on Schlitz malt liquor.
 
beckbabe said:
What's this? Do I hear, sense, infer a cry for help, a call to a muse, a shout at the thunder? Do you ever, sometimes, maybe wanna break out of your mindspace, box, little world, and spread thoughts, ideas, feelings, notions, like a giant, really big, enormous bubblewand? Let this be your guide, manual, tome; party on, live for today, cest la vie, oh muther fuckin' well. This too shall pass, abate, dissolve, and disappear. Hugggs, warm squeezes, embraces, booty bounce (oops a nonsequitur), to you Dill, Dillinger, where's the body?

Damn - well said! You sure don't have writer's block today.

The body... mmm... the BODY... I think inspiration has finally struck!!!

THE BODY
They called her THE BODY,
And that was no lie.
She had what it took,
For her one could die.
They called her THE BODY,
And that was no lie.
Its just too damn bad,
That she wasn't bi.
 
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