Day 20

'Tis the beginning of day 20, and my inspiration is quickly petering out. I know what I want to do, but not how to get there. And so there is a lot of staring at the screen happening.

I've been told that these are the days, exhausted and desperate for any words to write, with bloodshot eyes and that moment when I finally tell myself no more snacks until I write something - ANYTHING - down on paper - these are supposed to be the days when the best, most frenzied writing crawls itself up from the depths of the soul to splatter all over the page in some sort of impression on modern art.

I am hoping this is what will happen.

And if not, December is for editing. And so it shall be done.