The Bloody Doors Off

Jeebus, I haven’t written a single word since Monday.

Part of it writer’s block, I guess. But Tuesday and Wednesday I worked 8-10 hours which put my design brain to the test.

So, as I sit here watching a flashing cursor on my screen.

Maybe that ratio is more lopsided towards the former.

When was the last time I wrote anything other than in this blog?

If only I could shake free the ideas for stories I’ve shelved.

There was an initial spark; I just didn’t fan the flames.

You know how old that Idea was?

I hadn’t met Marlo yet.

The latest InDesign was CS5.5.

For eighteen months I was a writing machine. So many short play ideas sprang up. It’s tapered off these past six months.

I don’t like this.

I don’t like this.

And I don’t know how to self-correct.