I was too intimidated to return to Starbucks. I didn’t want to risk being shown up by the lady from yesterday.
Instead, I went to an independent coffeehouse. I was hoping that a nice cup of tea would set the scene nicely, but I got so distracted and frustrated trying to figure out how to work the complicated little teapot/press/juicer/whatever-it-is they gave me that I never got around to pretending to write. I didn’t pretend to write a single damned word.
Am now officially suffering from writer’s block. But is it preventing me from actually writing my National Terrible Unfinished Novel-Writing Month novel, or is it only preventing me from pretending to write my National Terrible Unfinished Novel-Writing Month novel in coffeeshops?
My head really hurts.
Day 6. Words written: 0.
You know, if I was trying to not write a novel as slowly as possible, I’d probably try to not write it on an iPhone…
After all, I’m currently typing this on iPod Touch, and even though I find it much more comfortable than my old Treo, I still wouldn’t type a novel on it. Heck, as I type this I’m constantly afraid that something will go wrong and that I’ll lose this somewhat longish message.
Imagine what it would be like to write (or not) a whole… Something.
Anyway, just some thoughts I had while not reading your novel.
I think this has the potential to become a mini-series.