Sometimes it flows.
Sometimes it’s like wading through treacle.
Not that lovely golden treacle they make tarts and treacle pudding from.
I could just go for a treacle pudding
No, it’s that thick, sticky, dark treacle that is really slow and is that what Americans call molasses?
Yes it is. There was a molasses disaster? How does that even happen?
Boston 1919, a molasses tank exploded and molasses ran down the street. Stop giggling. People died! That’s not funny.
You could never put it in a book though. Oh yes. The book. I’m supposed to bs writing. I am writing. Let’s start writing. Ok, I’m in front of the computer. I know what needs to be done. Let’s do this! Let’s write!
I wonder what treacle is made of.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how writers procrastinate.
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