I sit at my desk, trying to look the part; trying to feel the part. I had the ideas at one time, but they have all deserted me now, leaving me with stationary fingers stuck over the keyboard. There must be something I can bring to the party, but God knows what.
I like to feel I’m in good company. Even the best writers suffer from this blighted, doldrum of writer’s block. But nothing comes and I give up trying to kickstart a brain that doesn’t want to know.
Mudwriter 