One doesn't need a reason to write, but one does need something to write about, does one not? And I have spent weeks on nothing, so what is there to say? I could create a world; I could live in one created by another, and by so doing either, I could ignore this one. Which would be lovely, as far as I am concerned.
I'd rather be more impressive than that, though. I'd like to impress at least myself. It isn't even hard to do, so I think it's doable, maybe. Maybe.
Where's a muse when you need one?
I do enjoy a good ramble through my own thoughts. I apologize, internet.
Oh, darlin', I feel you.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I miss you.
No need to apologize. I understand.
ReplyDeleteI mean, working on that code of Robby's was so deliciously braincrunchy. I miss brainwork.