The Quonset Hut

Writers Block, well I have that often

I found that just writing about anything, sometimes helps,

Second is to

Rearrange the drafts, can sometimes also do the trick.

17 days, going on to maybe 27.

I'm "blocked", sort of.

Their story is overwhelming.
I've tried - time and again - to finish it.

What I came up with, made me want to puke.

I sense these guys strenght.
I sense their path towards oblivion.
I sense their knowing things they knew nothing about and wanted to know.

I'm not finished.

I'm patient.

Hope you are, too.

I know I'll get it.
Meanwhile, in the meantime, I'll talk about anything else ... except this.

Bringing this back to the top.

Creativity in writing is not something that can be called upon with the flick of a switch but sprout forth when the conditions on right as the seed pokes through the soil.

Patiently waiting.

Mikado

LuisP,
I haven't posted upon this thread, waiting upon You to finish Your input as such.
I worked in Sandoz at Rawdon in Leeds.
It's bizzare the places I have worked, and was shown things.
I didn't put much attention to them at the time, but now they are all sort of spinning into a vortex of memory, as such.

I showed concern about John and Nancy setting up certain pulsed fields, as I seem to be remembering the most strange things.
In a hole in the ground, there lived an hobbit.

In the ground , as such is memory, the memory of all that has been, I have often wondered if I am some sort of throw back to long lost peoples?
I wander lonely as a cloud, and all at once I come upon MEMORY.
I wander along what the Australian Aborigonals ( origonals) term as dreamtime, I think of them as flows of conciousness....of this planet, and further afield.


Kevin

The collard greens in our greenhouse have grown into TREES...even putting on bark.
Luis....some clues from you (by your completing the story) would be nice.

Nancy