Let's call this week for what it is, pure CRAP in terms of writing accomplishment. Words are going on the page but I can almost guarantee 99.9% of them will be cut when I go back to edit. I'm recycling jokes and the chapter I'm working on right now, a parody, "How To Win Friends & Influence Dog People" is lacking form and sustanence. And humor. Seriously lacking in humor at this point.
A lot of what I'm writing is "cute," but cute won't cut it. I need funny, original, unexpected. It's depressing because I've felt good about what I've been writing and this week has just been one mental block after the next. I've got 2000 words left to write in the next two days and I have no idea how I'm going to fill the page. I'm skimming through cat books, surfing web sites, and staring at Lucy and Olivia, hoping for inspiration. So far... nuthin.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day, yes? What matters is getting something... anything... down on paper. It's much easier even to edit bad text than it is to come up with something off the cuff. So I'll put the bad stuff down and hope I can mold it into something better at a later date.
Let's hope next week's cat chapter draws me out of this funk.