I got nuthin'.
I scoured through my 43 unfinished drafts hoping to find inspiration for Pour Your Heart Out. Nothing. Na da. Zero. Zilch.
Since my laptop decided to quit last week it has felt like such a hassle to write. I trudge downstairs to the office out of obligation. I tell StinkBug I'll only be gone for a few minutes. I distract him with Barnyard-his current favorite movie. I slump into the black chair and breathe a heavy sigh. This writing..it feels like such an imposition on my life right now. And yet without it I feel disconnected-cut off from the world and the people who live inside my computer screen.
Such a minor inconvenience yet it is having a dramatic effect. It's bringing me down. Harshing my mellow. There are days I am barely holding on and it's the writing the reading the Twitter that keeps me hanging on.