Gah. Brain block. Brain constipation. Writer’s block. Ack.
I have a few precious hours all in a row to write and my brain refuses to cooperate. Thanks, asshole.
I need to get through the next few hours without flipping out or screaming or melting down. One thing at a time. One minute at a time. One word at a time. Why brain whyyyyy?
When you spend your weekends watching the clock or hiding in the bathroom or finding ridiculous errands to run with your kids just to escape your house/3rd employment location/jail, and you get a magically free couple of hours with no boss to answer to? Heaven.
Maybe I should just sit and watch the leaves fall. Or send that Dear John email. Or both.
Incendiary Kitty 