The writing gods want my mojo but I won’t give it to them. Sneaky little bastards have tried without success to sabotage my every word. I ply them with Turkish Delight, ceiling wax, imported chocolates and Budweiser. . Sometimes they’re on your side and sometimes they’re not. They are very temperamental and so it is best not to insult them unless you decide you want to cut all ties with them and venture out into the harsh writing world on your own…
3 comments:
i hate words..
they must be friends with the science gods. fuckers.
I love turkish delight...
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