Let me say, in all modesty, that I’m a good writer. In fact I’ve written four novels, all which have been bestsellers.
So I was pretty nonchalant when I turned on my computer to finish my new manuscript which was due to Warner Books in eight months. I hadn’t worked on it in weeks, so I re-read my last chapter to ensure continuity.
After one page I screamed: “I’ve never read anything so boring in my life!”
And when I tried writing a new chapter I came up empty of ideas.
Had I suddenly been plunged into the Twilight’s Zone?
Worse, I soon found out. I’d developed a brain tumor.