Five days into 2018 and so far … nothing!
The muse must have gone back to live with her mother leaving a zombie gazing at a blank white screen, silently screeching Type something … anything!
A monkey could do better.
What of all those noble resolutions? Craft … Create … Communicate …
Is there nothing to say? Has it all been said? 26 letters on the keyboard and not even the first row completed!
Uuuurrrggh, kidnapped by Trappists and forced to take a vow of silence!
Wah-Wah-Wah, worse … it’s beating yourself up in a padded cell while clichés clash in the night!
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