I know it's an old, trite, and incredibly dull complaint...but damn it. I want to write and my brain is like this clogged mesh through which no words flow. No fictional ones anyway. And to switch metaphors, I sit down to write and start pushing against the wind and within moments it becomes an unbearable effort to even contemplate fashioning words and putting them in ordered sequence to make sentences to make paragraphs to make a story.
I am feeling rather better this week than last, but I've got no juice. Someone squeeze my brain and make the juice come out, please?