I had writer’s block once. It happened to me in an airport in Hamburg, Germany on a layover. I was sucking down my $7 cup of coffee, which how can one coffee make you pee three times anyway?. I had an hour and a half to kill, and of course I had my trusty notebook that goes everywhere with me so I sat down to write. I mean what could be more inspirational than a layover in Hamburg?
Darned if this elderly German couple didn’t step up and ask me something in German. Like I speak a word of that! So I courteously pointed out that I only spoke English, and she asked me in perfect English if they could sit down. Crap, she had less of an accent than I do! So yes my name is Belgian, but no I don’t have any family there and that’s not where I’m going, blah, blah and she asked what I was writing.
I have a thing. It’s a thing, you know? I don’t let people read over my shoulder and I don’t talk about what I’m writing. So I lied. I told her I was writing down all the new things I was learning to say in German. Mis. Take. I tried to write while we talked.
About 15 minutes before my flight, while I was squirming with the first of those three pees assaulting me in a caffeinated frenzy, they said they really couldn’t stay any longer and the airport was nice but I must be sure to come visit Germany sometime. I looked in horror at my notebook as I tucked it away in my mad dash for the little girls’ room. Nothing but notes on how to say a myriad of things in German.
haha love it!!
Calvin always makes me smile!
I can totally relate.
Me too. But at least I can laugh about it!
Loved Calvin’s weird sense of logic.
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That’s usually how I write sometimes: in mid panic.
Love it.
I am so like this.
Me too! I wish it were not so…
Same here,
Would you check out my blog and tell me what you think of my stuff? I would love to know what you think.
Sure! I love to read new stuff! But as a disclaimer, I do not consider myself at all qualified to offer any kind educated opinion.
Well, I still want to know what you think of it.
Hilarious, but completely untrue for me. But I won’t hold it against dear Calvin…
Oh, please, don’t remind me. Brilliant.
I love it! I’m not like this, but I know people who are.
I am often cursed with this affliction.
I had writer’s block once. It happened to me in an airport in Hamburg, Germany on a layover. I was sucking down my $7 cup of coffee, which how can one coffee make you pee three times anyway?. I had an hour and a half to kill, and of course I had my trusty notebook that goes everywhere with me so I sat down to write. I mean what could be more inspirational than a layover in Hamburg?
Darned if this elderly German couple didn’t step up and ask me something in German. Like I speak a word of that! So I courteously pointed out that I only spoke English, and she asked me in perfect English if they could sit down. Crap, she had less of an accent than I do! So yes my name is Belgian, but no I don’t have any family there and that’s not where I’m going, blah, blah and she asked what I was writing.
I have a thing. It’s a thing, you know? I don’t let people read over my shoulder and I don’t talk about what I’m writing. So I lied. I told her I was writing down all the new things I was learning to say in German. Mis. Take. I tried to write while we talked.
About 15 minutes before my flight, while I was squirming with the first of those three pees assaulting me in a caffeinated frenzy, they said they really couldn’t stay any longer and the airport was nice but I must be sure to come visit Germany sometime. I looked in horror at my notebook as I tucked it away in my mad dash for the little girls’ room. Nothing but notes on how to say a myriad of things in German.
Oh, I like the way you did your categories, Adam! I didn’t see that before.
Thanks! I thought it could help people better avoid my stories that they didn’t like!
Deadlines are a great motivator, especially when they’re attached to serious consequences. It’s the only way I ever finish writing anything…
Me too! If I had named my blog “1 Story Every Once in a While” it would probably only have about 2 stories!
Oh, Calvin. You wonderful kid.
Panic, or self loathing for me. Anger, too.