Ever have those days where you want to write, but can't? Where you know you want to have the words come out, but they won't? It's like lingual constipation, and it's irritating.
I mean, stuff happened this weekend -- I went to the Bristol Renaissance Faire with Jeff, Em and Mike and had fun, but I don't really feel like talking about it or the people who were dressed like gothy rejects or the three teenage girls all agog over some act called Molotov, who was basically doing a rip-off of an Amazing Jonathan act. Hell, I don't even feel like talking about how deep fried macaroni and cheese is one of the best ideas in the world.
What's bugging me is a longer story that I've been working on for a few months now. I feel stuck and worn out on some of the stuff. The story hinges on certain things occurring, and I can't see it occurring in reality. I mean, why the hell would my characters do the stupid shit I need them to do to propel the story?
I guess, for a little emotional perspective, let me pose this question to ya'll: What was your favorite mistake -- the mistake that you knew was a bad idea, was going to end badly, but you couldn't stop doing? Why did you keep doing that shit, despite all logic in your head?