sometimes writing makes me feel sick.
I am not a 'natural' writer. I have to force myself and it's like herding cats. Sometimes I have to concentrate so fucking hard in order to chase a story I forget to eat anything and I emerge hours later shaking and nauseous.
Charles Bukowski puked a lot though, so maybe it's a good sign.
Writing news: Finished first draft of 'Purple Moon Rocks' for the Sixties Competition and Chapter One of the new, improved Bitchbook. Thank fuck. Can I get drunk now?