A BLAH-G IS BORN!
You know when you hit the fridge over an over again hoping something new will magically appear, and it doesn’t? Those wilted spinach leaves and that hairy-lipped carton of orange juice are still the only things in there! Well, that’s what trying to find words feels like today: a maddening cycle of hope and futility.
My brainwaves have short-circuited. Reduced to a blinking cursor; an anxious heartbeat flipping the bird at my lack of creativity.
Flip… flip… flip…
As a professional writer it’s a terrifying place to be. All I’m good for are words and ideas. What am I supposed to do when I run out??
And yet, I am at my favorite sushi restaurant typing away. When I sat …
