Logan and I are sick today. He's playing his guitar (working on the song Vanilla Twilight) and I am working on my book.
I just told him what it's like to write a book.
I said, "I go back and forth between thinking it's a heartbreaking work of staggering genius to thinking it's the most boring drivel ever put on a page."
He said, "I don't think you're capable of writing the most boring drivel ever put on a page." (Bless you my son.)
Then I said, "I'll be tooling along on a scene, thinking, wow, I'm really developing this character and then my saboteur voice goes, 'Hey, when's something gonna happen here already?" (I don't know why this voice has a Cliffy Claven Boston accent, but it does.)
Logan chuckled at my angst and went back to playing his guitar.
That's what's happening at my house today.