Block

Saying goodbye to the same people is old. So I won’t.

… … …

 

I have about thirty things to write and create for work. I’m a couple of weeks behind. And now I’m not sitting around boiling because of someone else, so the floodgates should open and I should be able to knock this work out, right?

 

Guess not.

I can’t afford writer’s block, honestly. Not with my business, at least. I can sit on my hands and not come up with the rest of my novel, with the rest of my short stories, with the rest of emails. But my business pays my bills and keeps our heads above water, so I have to shake this today. Now, really. Yesterday.

But I can’t stop daydreaming. Sighing dreamily or staring blankly at the wall or ceiling or window. I can’t stop wondering what is left to want and then wanting other things anyway.

It’s not bad. Not for me. But it’s so bad for business.

Wake Up.