Do you write? You know, like books, short stories, poetry? Do you write any of this kind of stuff? I do.
Well, I'm not writing anything right now, other than this blog that no one will see. I'm not writing right now because I'm constipated; not in the bowels but in the brain. I'm dumpin' daily, doin' the poo, dropping the load, but the brain, well, it's constipated.
I want to start a new novel and a novella. I have the overall idea for both fixed between the ears. But it's hung there, stuck, not moving, not developing, because my brain is constipated.
I don't believe there are any laxatives for a constipated brain. Do you know of any. You who are not there and therefore, not reading what I have written.
If you, who are not there, have any productive ideas on prying open a brain that is slammed shut tighter than Dick's hatband, drop me a line. Any help would be sincerely appreciated.
Until next time then, when you are again not there to read this, stay safe.
A frustrated scribe,
Jim
