Today, my words have run dry. This is the official hashtag for me:
Yesterday rocked. Yesterday was Tuesday, and Tuesday always rocks, which is why I found my voice and churned out 3500 words on my personal-narrative-short-story-to-be-book-or-something at some point.
I barely edited them, my words. This is very unusual for me. I can spend an entire day on one paragraph, only to throw up my hands in dismay and delete the entire thing by the time the kids need a pick-up. This did not happen yesterday, on Tuesday, my favorite day of the week. Yesterday’s words flowed out of me like water from a tap.
Not today though. Today, words elude me.