As someone who has a competitive nature, I hate to run into road blocks... especially when they come courtesy of my own mind.
I've been working on some projects and there's one that has come together, but in a thoroughly disappointing way. I mean, it's just not good. Really not good.
It's a type of writing I don't typically do... and I've never marketed my services for it, but a long-time client requested something a little different. And so I delivered. Sorta.
The problem isn't the money issue. (Can you say "Freebie?") I don't give a doggone flibbity flubber about lucre in this instance.
It's the fact that I hit a wall so high and so wide... and I can't find the freakin' door or even a small crack in the foundation through which I can slip. That's driving me nuts.
It makes me want to shout naughty words out my window:
"Cruddly pinking sheers!"
(I don't swear much anymore... can you tell I'm out of practice?)