A Bad Couple of Weeks

I’ve had a bad couple of weeks, not wanting to write a thing. I thought I wanted to write. I’d sit down to write, I’d even make some horrid little belches of thought on the computer screen, but it was not in me. I forced it for a smidge and then I just gave up and gave in. I’m hoping I’ll be kicking in to normality very soon rewriting my sad draft of A Girl in Crisis. And then I can feel a couple of quick ones coming over the horizon. I know my productivity has been ridiculously poor these past few months. I have not given up on my goal of one-thousand stories by my fiftieth year. I know what you’re thinking. Just you wait. I’ll show you. I’ll show you all! (Maniacal laughter as he rubs his hands together and finalizes his design for a machine that will give the cheerleader prom queen that stood him up all those years ago the head of a yak and the football player she ran off with a nasty infection where he makes pee-pee.)