BB2402: Writer's
Block
Thursday
18th January 2024
She walks down the stairs
wearing
the tight black dress
that covers every inch of her body.
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She walks into my room.
“Don" she says “What are you watching?” “I’ve got Writer’s Block” I complained. I had asked Uncle Google and the first advice
he came up with was “Go for a hike”.
Very helpful when that is what I am trying to write about!
Then I found Brandon Polanco’s remedy. I explained “It’s a video about someone who
has the same problem after his opening line about her walking down the stairs
wearing that tight black dress that covered every inch of her body.”
It didn’t help. All I could think of was a boring “We did
this then we did that” sort of report. “Just
tell them that,” she said. “No-one will
notice the difference.”
Sound advice. Here it is:
Four of us met at the Derby
Arms.
TV Mike, Terry and I got into Tony’s
car.
He drove us
to Martin’s house.
Martin had cooked some tasty sausages for
us.
We set off across a field where the
farmer had recently been muck spreading.
We climbed up onto The Township Allotment.
It was a cold but beautiful sunny day and the
wind wasn’t as bad as expected.
There
were some docile cows grazing.
The
windswept trees looked dramatic.
In
the far distance we could see Ingleborough.
We
continued as far as the Lord’s Seat cairn.
Are you still awake?
Me too. Just!
Still struggling, I asked Uncle
Google for more advice. I found that
Just Jack had had the same problem.
I get this writer's block, it comes as
quite a shock And now I'm stuck between a hard place and the biggest
rock In my own head consumed, I sit back in my room.
Novel, but that didn’t help
either.
It was noon so we stopped for lunch to keep Tony happy.
The Howgills were covered with
snow.
I phoned Stephen to delay our meeting
time.
He didn’t answer. There was no signal.
From the end of Whitbarrow Scar we
could see Blackpool Tower.
We took the
steep descent through the woods.
Stephen
had been patiently waiting for us at Bellart How by the telephone box that was no longer
there.
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We struggled though a field that had
turned into a swamp.
Two men were
laughing at us. No wonder they call it Swimmers Farm!
We finished at the Derby
Arms where we met Mike B.
We had a pleasant couple of drinks then we
went home.
So that’s it. Sorry it’s so dull but if she is right,
that won’t have mattered. I’ll try
harder next week.
Don,
Thursday 18th January 2024
PS
You might find the Writer's Block videos
more entertaining:
Just
Jack
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Brandon Polanc
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