Some writers admit to writer's block. This rarely happens to me. My brain is wired in a different way and I'm the one you see writing on cocktail napkins. I'm the one with pen and paper on every surface of this house. I think of the blank computer screen as an invitation.
Today, I am blank. My mind is racing and if I wrote about everything soaring through it, I would have to sit here through Christmas.
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2 comments:
It sounds like you just need to sit back and relax, for a minute at least!
Step outside on the patio, and enjoy that brisk air. You can write tomorrow.
I agree with Janis--you need a break--why not break out a bottle of wine? You are not blank-you are tired. I love you. Give Dan my love. Beth
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