Selective Writer's Block

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Does anyone else have it? Where you cannot, for the life of you, write for one thing, but for some reason writing for another thing works out just perfectly? Because I've been having that problem for the past week or two. I've tried everything that usually helps me but I keep going back to the thing that's new instead of the thing that I should actually be working on.

It might just be one of those times that I shove to the back of my mind and work on while I do other things. Last time I did that I figured out some enlightening things about myself and now I have an ace tag on my tumblr.

But that's beside the point.

The real point is that there might be a new book on my profile sometime in the near future that encompasses all my favorite things -- faeries, shapeshifters, and my deep, undying love for Idaho. I really love it so far. One of the main characters is a sweetheart with high expectations that I kinda just want to wrap in a dozen blankets and the other is a grumpy shapeshifter who prefers to sleep and is probably a little touch-starved but the idiot did it to himself.

Honestly, it's full of all the tropes that I've hoarded away over the years or can't get enough of. The main point of it is that it's fun for me.

And since it is based in Idaho I think that I might do little tidbits at the end of each chapter about my life-long experiences in my favorite state. That would, of course, be entirely skip-able. 

Anyway, it's Friday! How is everyone doing? Anything exciting happen? Are you doing anything exciting this weekend?

I'm very excited because three days ago Rockstar officially announced Red Dead Redemption 2! It's been six years since I've seen any news on it. Red Dead will always has a special place in my heart. Not because it completely broke it in two and stomped on the remains but because it's a Western and I grew up on Eastwood Spaghetti Westerns. 

There's horses and Gatling guns. What could make a girl happier? 

I think I might cry when I finally hold it in my hands.

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