If you ever read The Phantom Tollbooth as a kid, you know what I’m talking about. If not I suggest looking into it. Short story is the dulldrums are a colorless, joyless, dead place that people got stuck into but couldn’t seem to get out. A happy thought, joy or something of the like, was the ticket out. A very cute, neat premise kids’ book.
I seem stuck in the Dulldrums in my writing. My writing passion and my reading passion are there but burried under Everyday Life. There doesn’t seem to be any life in my story. I know this is where “I think I can” mantra comes in if I only had the energy to feel it, believe it.
Where did all my free time go? Oh right I gave it up for admittance into The Real World. I megally overpaid! I want my free time back.
Cheers on a dulldrum Wednesday, james
