I love to write. Love it, love it, love it, love it. Except when I hate it. When I sit down at the computer to write the movie reel of images I see in my head, and only two paragraphs come out, and then suddenly I’m HUNGRY. As in huuuuuuunnnnngryyyy. I want to do anything else. Why did I ever want to be a writer anyway?
Bribes (Oh, I mean incentives)
