This wretched state I now find myself in I had chalked up to the holidays – all that glorious, magical, lovely, stressful, overindulgent, completely-off-my-routine holiday revelry. But here we are a solid week(ish) later and stttiiillll…I got nothing.
I can think of nothing profoundly interesting to write.
My well is dry.
My quill hath no ink.
I call this state of being “uninspiredness,” and it is, unequivocally, for the birds. Continue reading “What do do when your inspiration is gone”
