Ever go to the well and the well was dry? Well, that's sort of how I feel right now.
In the face of so much drama, all of which I cannot describe here, and then there's all the little things that Life seems to enjoy piling on - like rugby players in a scrum.
Sometimes, it's just too hard to do. The inspiration fails. That blank mental sheet stares back at you as you search your mind for a glimmer of Subject, Thought or Opinion outside of yourself and the shit. All of which really needs an explanation. For me. For you.
Someday. But not now.