Skip to main content

A day in the life of a writer

You know that scene in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, where Roy is so frustrated by the pile of mud clay he's trying to shape into he-doesn't-know-what on the model train table in the middle of his living room that he starts throwing pieces of it at the misshapen mass? Heh, well, that's how I felt today while trying to shape something I'm writing into I-don't-know-what. Just saying. Arg.

(Image: screenshot, copyright Columbia; via Youtube video by GYCC Productions)


Don said…
Are you in your bathrobe? Have hubby and the kids gotten in the car to leave yet.

And finally, have your had an encounter recently, a close encounter of the third kind?

Blessing and respect,

Pastor Don in AZ
Carmen Andres said…
roflol! now that you mention it, the kids and husband were looking at me rather strangely, heh.