I don't know where they're hiding, I don't know why they won't come hang out with me, and mostly I don't know ... what? That's the thing, my brain has decided to unfriend me. The steel doors have slammed shut, there's no more room at the inn, clever thoughts and finger translations have gone AWOL.
Not that I blame my brain for being somewhat pissy with me. I've put it through a lot and it's just tired. It's wants a vacation, it wants something else to do the thinking. It probably wants to have some fun. Right now it just feels like a blank expression.
I've been sitting here, so nicely propped on my bed, with laptop in perfect position. Finger's poised, head empty. I have added 73 words to my story in the last hour. Writing at the speed of light! It's just not coming, this story of mine. I'm pretty sure it's because I've taken such a break and this week has been super hell at work with 13th hour deadlines and my head is just tired.
Even this post is incoherent.
I'm going to get some chocolate milk and clean the kitchen. Maybe cleaning off dust and crumbs will clear some space in my head for my story. Maybe. Don't know. Gonna try.
