Maybe it’s just the extreme amount of pressure I’ve been under the last few weeks. You know, because: Life. Or maybe I’m going through one of those extreme peaks in creative flow (though it seems to be very non-directed creative flow!) Whatever… this just kind of came out… Feel free to use it when you’re sitting there, staring at a blank page, not knowing what comes next.
Just Write (Sung to Lady GaGa’s Just Dance)
I’ve squirreled a little bit too much, much
All of my words, they mix and mush, start to run dry
How do I write this next phrase? Can’t fill the scene, oh crap
Where do I go now? I lost my place, place
What’s going on on the page?
I love this story baby but I can’t see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what’s the name of this book?
I can’t remember but I write, I write
Just write, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just write, feel the plot turn babe, da da, doo-dooo-mmm
Just write, I have a deadline, groan
Write, write just j-j-just write