|Mr Large, I understand you're |
feeling stressed. What's the first
thing that comes into your mind
when you look at this image?
Even if I'd had the time to write, the urge is pretty much dead. I haven't written a word of fiction in nearly two weeks, and even before that the well had been drying up. Every spare second is spent stressing about some tiny detail I've missed - which is ridiculous of course, because I lived in Botswana for four years and still have plenty of friends there.
Nothing can really go too far wrong, but still - the nagging doubts just won't bugger off and leave me alone!