I didn’t write all yesterday…
It feel like something is blocking up inside me this morning, and I am awful. I am angry, depressed, irritated, unfocused and a mess of thoughts.
There are a million ideas that are crowding in my chest, bumping into each other and creating this grating thunderstorm that is building puddles of unusable material and generally eating away at me.
One whole day. And this happens.
I have a notebook and a new gel pen next to my laptop right now, and I already have 3 pages worth of notes. This is just silly. Why did I not write yesterday?? I know better than this.
Writers gonna write.