I've done all I can do at the minute on Eight Mile Island. On Saturday, I was twiddling my thumbs, thinking...I should be writing something.
Or doing something creative. And I was at a loss because I wasn't! I don't have any writing thoughts in my head at all at the minute.
Nope. Not a thing. Not even a short story.
Feels weird, like my Muse is kicking back by a pool somewhere, enjoying a drink and getting a tan. I'm sure she'll be back, but I sent her a reminder I'm here not working while she pours herself something with an umbrella in it. That's gratitude for you!
Published on April 23, 2012 06:53