Yeah guilty of something, probably nothing too.
Words haven’t flowed.
Stories haven’t moved.
Procrastination has been reanointed the undisputed Lord King or everything!
I’ve hidden behind research.
I’ve bluffed with titivation and editing.
I’ve luxuriated in dithering…
Questioning everything isn’t the help it could be.
Self-doubt is a gorilla sized monkey of doubt – and my back aches…
It could be the isolation.
It could be.
It could be so many different things, competing and complimenting each other to stop me typing.
The imagination hasn’t stalled.
It runs in full fettle frustrated at the lack of outlet.
And yet I know all of this.
All of these paths we’ve trodden before.
Not all knowledge is a good thing…
Maybe this public (empty auditorium) flagellation will ease the blockage.
We live in hope.
Whatever you are doing, stay safe and stay sane!