Life was good. Words were flowing, eloquently and freely. Then I hit page eight. And life as I knew it ceased to exist. Writer’s block set in with all the fury of an enraged woman who hadn’t consumed Mountain Dew in a week. And two days.
Seventeen pages later, I looked a lot like this…
Except, my hair didn’t look that good. And there was a bite mark out of my keyboard. I learned much from this experience; however, probably not quite the things the instructors hoped. I learned…
- That adjectives, wisely placed, can raise your word count. A lot.
- Caffeine makes my writing sound much more…sprightly. And raises the exclamation count.
- That an ode should be written to Mountain Dew.
- That 17 pages, heavily peppered with rich adjectives or no, should never be written about any human being. Excepting the inventor of Mountain Dew. Who can write it hisself.
- That THE END of any paper is a masterpiece in itself.