When You've Got Nothing

I got nothing this morning. Literally nothing. So, I'm taking the advice from many of writers and sitting down to begin typing. The words will come, we've been told, if only we keep our butt in the chair.

I really need to fold that laundry and get the rest of the load into the dryer.

There's a breeze creeping in from the window. Maybe I should shut the inner window as well. But, then I'd have to take my inspirational coasters down and just stack them. 

Have you guys watched Quantico? The sh...