Creative Block

I have to keep this short because if I don't get up to the Post Office they'll lock away my gorgeous new wool that's waiting for me and I'm dying to get my hands on it...



Anyway, I've called this entry Creative Block because I have exactly that. I've normally got a list of things as long as both arms that I want to knit, but I can't think of anything, nor can I find patterns for using up my stash. But now the postman has brought me such lovely wool, at least I have a cardigan to knit which should keep me occupied. Plus, this moving house business is costing a small fortune and I should really focus on buying food rather than wool...although on second thoughts...



So not only am I struggling with the creativity of knitting, but I'm also struggling with my book which I have been writing since I was 16...and never really got anywhere. I had the inspiration a few weeks ago to kill off the main character and have him tell it like he was a ghost thus giving the reader a surprise. However, having read Anybody Out There by Marianne Keyes, I'm somewhat reluctant to do this bearing in mind just how much I wept. And, this book is supposed to be chick-lit and I'm struggling writing from a male point of view anyway, let alone making it believable AND funny.

Keyes is so talented she can combine comedy with tragedy so effortlessly. I however, am not talented and am therefore struggling. And I so desperately want everyone to live happily ever after without giving the poor sod who reads the book cause to ball their eyes out because the lovely man is dead and leaves his lovely girlfriend with his unborn child. I mean, that's not a cosy night in with chocolate is it? But if I don't kill him then I don't think it will work...I'm in such a tizz. So to kill protagonsit or let him live and be happy? Answers on a post card please. NB Please don't, not for one minute, think that I'm actually going to get this book finished. Bearing in mind it has been in the making for seven years and has had more plot changes than you can imagine, it may never be done. Plus, I fear should it ever be finished, it is highly likely to be rubbish.



Must go and pick up the lovely wool. And I best put my gym kit on now, or I'll never burn off all those cookies I ate today, and I've got a beach party to go to on Saturday night. I don't want to wear a bikini in public, it's just not right: I'm pale, I'm pastey and I don't think that well toned anymore...I might have to have some more Pringles to cheer myself up...