Somehow, somewhere, in this vast sea of notes and microfilm, I’ve misplaced my writing mojo.
It’s here, somewhere. I just can’t find it, or anything interesting to kick around and shape into interesting sentences or paragraphs.
When I misplace the mojo, I like to stop and examine the odd things found along the Emmett Wilson research trail (usually, I rediscover the writing mojo in that pile). Here is what’s in the pile of oddities today:
This one is a little more interesting. I’d never heard of the ‘great’ Oliver Morosco, but here he is, with a snappy quote about what girls should do with their lives:
Apparently Morosco thought that ‘girls’ (his word) who were studying too much were a waste of resources. I supposed the ‘sausage machine’ was a euphemism for — what — any kind of job?
OK. Well, guess it is time for me to follow old Morosco’s advice, and get back into the ‘sausage machine’ of microfilm reading and writing notes for the book.
I feel the old mojo coming back. I’d never have guessed that I’d find it amid a collection of sausage machines, seminal rings, bust cream and a brown taste. But hey, to each her own.
Categories: Interesting & Odd
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