I’m slacking and my fingers are sluggish and lazy and the well in my brain is dry and not writing isn’t going to make me any better at it. I’ve got to beat out the cobwebs and shake out the dust so that I’ll be able to be creative again. Not that anything I say ever turns out to make much sense and if ever read by a person that mattered in the world of writing would get shot down in a hot second for the extremities of my run on sentences and repetitions, repetitions, repetitions, there is nothing that I can do about it.

thatsjustthewaythatiam.