The Art Of Writing – When You Really Couldn’t Give A Crap

frustrated writer

In a perfect world, I’d begin my writing day in some weird Disney-esque world where I’d happily wake up after nine hours of blissful sleep, with little birds chirping as music played in the background. Awaiting me would be a perfectly brewed cup of coffee and freshly baked muffins tickling my nose, the newspaper fresh off the driveway, and there would not be one meeting or work appointment scheduled to disturb me.

Just a  pleasantly cold, snowy day where I could just sit at my desk hearing nothing but the sound of the crackling fireplace behind me.

Ideally, I’d have a clearly formed idea along with a solid outline so that I knew EXACTLY where I was headed.  Oh, and a passionate attitude to accompany several unbroken hours to write.

While I’m at it, I would also like to have no family obligations, no holiday distractions, no phone calls or emails, and a Dictaphone app that could ACTUALLY transcribe my voice onto the page without it’s crappy auto-correct always trying to anticipate what it was that I am trying to say, instead of what I actually did say.

BUT THAT JUST ISN’T MY REALITY!!

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