Words: there will be words...oh, yes...there will be words
Caffeine: morning cup & midday cappuccino (foamy goodness)
Evil Calories: orange current scones
Reality TV: Project Runway reruns
I have become brain dead. My creativity has taken sloth form. I have mental flab. In the last month, I have not written one substantial thing. A few paragraphs here, a few run on sentences there. Nothing to show. Nothing to ponder. Nothing to feel good about. Just my "Poo Lives" folder on my computer desktop, which currently holds all my "in progress" writing. "Hello, lame ass!" it says when I open my computer. "Remember us? We're disjointed and full of holes. FINISH US!"
Yes, yes...pipe down. I hear you, "Poo Lives". Just be patient. One cannot just simply dive into ocean without taking a few belly flops into the pool first. Must first get the creative cesspool swirling.
Stay tuned, dear reader. For I may need your help.