I believe the word well might actually be empty. I’ve been sitting aorund staring at various surfaces (paper, computer screens, table tops) all day and all I’ve managed to be able to do is describe how I’m spending so much time staring and how I wish I had a project but the words won’t come.
This is the place I got to after I write something big, the place where I used to panic about never writing again. Ha ha! I’ve got inter-project blues! I wish I’d realized that this morning, I could have spent the day doing stuff instead of sitting around staring at things wondering why my brain’s not working.
Enough of this shit. I’m off to karate.
