Tomorrow. Double post.
Today. Brain fried. Not writer’s block. Maybe writer’s … apathy?
Every sentence I wrote today was plodding and forced.
I must have pressed backspace more than I typed letters.
First draft is first draft. Rough, ugly, forgetful.
But this was just bad writing. THAT my dear reader I do not want to purposely send your way.
Early rise, fresh coffee, a new attempt.
Read me live,