I have absolutely nothing to write about…or at least it feels that way. Can I think of a writerly task that I did today…? I carried my laptop with me to work and back, with the best intentions…that’s about it.
Tomorrow the NYC Midnight Short Story competition starts. It will keep me very busy for the next eight days, along with finishing an application I’ve been working on, whose deadline is the 23rd. But tonight I find myself even more tired than yesterday, if that’s possible. I’m going to post this then lean my ahead against the wings of the wingback chair and fall asleep to whatever’s on TV.