After my January vacation-from-writing month, and my February it’s-a-school-day-so-school-is-cancelled-looking-after-Tesfa and proofreading-big-file-of-short-stories, I seem to have developed writer’s block, which in turn means I can’t sleep, because I get to sleep by laying in bed and telling myself stories and I have no stories to tell.
I miss having ideas. I should just get back into practice by writing for ten minutes a day about nonsense until something comes out.
I should. But it’s another snow day and I didn’t sleep last night because I had no stories to put me to sleep.
You know what other cartoon I liked. Ewoks. Here’s the only Ewok episode I remember, which seems to be a contraindicate me loving it so much.