Pulling The Plug
I stare at my two year old novel in disbelief. I wrote this? The horror, the horror! It's broke all the way through, unfixable. Then the heroine, who's taking a bath, reaches out for the chain with her toes and pulls the plug. And suddenly she's alive again and I can write dialogue for her and the old joy-in-creation has returned.
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"a crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead."
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& I'm so glad this happened for you. I'm still waiting for my old script to catch spark again.
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It would be good if there was some sure-fire way of firing up the imagination, but I've never found one. It's a mysterious, even spooky business.