The Day I lost My Mojo
The mojo in question is the writing mojo. For the likes of I who adore bombarding the likes of you with reading material, relevant or otherwise, the feeling of hopelessness is overwhelming. I went on a harping spree of how hopeless I was feeling, and my very kind friends on twitter @magaribina, @Wyndago @Wamathai @Shiko_Msa, got chatting about this mojo business.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have some mojo drink, or capsule or tot, or something, that you just downed and got the mojo back? These are seasoned writers, so I knew they felt what I was going through, and the utter sense of desperation one feels when you get to this stage.
I don’t know how far this debate went, but I remember someone mention that @Wyndago had some Breacol (cough syrup of days gone by) sort of medicine that he was going to dish out to us. I’m still waiting.
In the meantime, I shall take @Wamathai’s and @Shiko_Msa’s suggestion and wait it out. Hoping I don’t pull my hair out or age in the process of waiting. And I am ignoring @magizani’s threat of not running out of material. After all, material just took off from me.