It’s my favorite time of day, Gentle Reader: early in the morning. Writing time.
But I’m not writing fiction right now. In fact, my fall down the stairs, while it knocked loose revelations, did not clear the cobwebs fully. I still, for some reason, cannot WRITE.
It is So Frustrating, Friends, to stare at that blank white page, that annoying cursor flashing at me. I’ve thought about starting a new project, resurrecting long dead projects, but I can’t really bring myself to any of it. Which is why I am blogging, in the vain hopes it will bring me some sort of release.
So Frustrating. So Very, Very Frustrating.