“The received image of a writer is that of an unproductive sensitive who suffers from the vapors, is enslaved by his gonads, falls victim to romantic swoons and passes out at deadlines.”
– George V Higgins, Harper’s September 1984
I wish I could talk more on this subject today, Dear Readers, but frankly I am traumatized. Two deadlines loom over my head like twin Swords of Damocles: taxes and a novella. Both are filled with similarly agonizing stresses that leave me almost not wanting to eat my Mongolian Beef entree.
Almost. I can’t stress if I don’t have the energy, now can I?
I’ll post more on deadlines and other muse-killers over at Blogging in Black on Friday. Hope to see you there!