I suffer from writer’s block. No, not here. Here I just write whatever comes to mind — and I’m usually tipsy so that helps things along.
This happens at work but thankfully it usually passes fairly quickly. Good thing too, since I have a mortgage and a taste for fine cheeses.
I could never be a journalist. I would go nuts if I had to churn out story after story every day. Good thing that career trajectory didn’t pan out.
But here I am typing every night after a full day of, well, typing.
Sometimes I think I should write more seriously — because I (think I) can and all — but most of the time I just have a snack and loiter on Facebook.