How My Work Week Went
“When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.”
― Kurt Vonnegut
The act of writing is not always like this for me, but from time to time I become so stuck that I'm rendered impuissant. I had to submit a piece for an anthology and for a while I couldn't produce anything at all, and then what I did write was total shit. Eventually I re-worked it into something mildly satisfying but this essay was a real struggle. On another note, there seems to be a Vonnegut quote for almost every situation.