I'm here.
I've just been hating everything I write. It lacks something and I'm frustrated.
When it comes, it pours out of me and onto the page as fast as my fingers can hit the keys.
But when it's like it is now, a battle, it's like squeezing moisture drop by drop out of a damp washcloth to try to fill a lake. I would have said ocean, but that seemed a little dramatic.
Happy Wednesday, here's hoping the second half of the week will bring me words by the bucketful.
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