(Note: I love the Victorian way of titling books with the “or” in the middle, such as Syphilis, or the French Disease). So I decided to try it.
My brain, in a word, is empty right now. It’s a form of inertia. It’s what happens if I spend two weeks laser-focused on getting final projects and exams graded — and I fun out of grades. Like I’m plowing a field, but then I run out of field and crash face-first into a wall.
I’m trying to write on a story, any of my stories, editing, scheduling, ANYTHING.
But my brain seems incapable of creating right now.
I hope it comes back soon.
Words Like Me 