Dry Spells

In the words of Jack London, author of Call of the Wild, "You can't wait for inspiration. You must go after it with a club." Apparently, I've been waiting for something that, like my new puppy, won't come when called. Quite a bit of waiting, actually. In the last couple weeks, I haven't written more than one or two words. I'm down to exactly 200 days, and I'm stuck in what feels like a Texas drought. I understand that everyone has dry spells, now and again. But I fear I will never again see the rains of inspiration. I have 126 pages completed and 20 more pages of a rough ending, which means I have to start using my imagination again... I suppose I'd better go out and buy a club. Since I don't have one on hand. I wonder if they sell them on Ebay...


Novel update: If you didn't read the paragraph above... 200 days remaing, 16 chapters complete