his many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream.
his room, a proper human. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that:
- covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer
- gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
question that I'd like to ask if you do not mind.
I was curious to know how you center yourself and clear your head prior to
writing. I've had a difficult time clearing my thoughts in getting my thoughts
out there. I truly do enjoy writing however it just seems like the first
10 to 15 minutes are generally wasted simply
just trying to figure out how to begin. Any recommendations or tips?
Kudos!