Seriously. I'm tapped out. I griped about it the other day on Twitter (and as such, Facebook), but I really do hope this is rock bottom. Because, ya know, I feel all dessicated inside. Dry. Dusty. Empty of words. If you press your ear to my head, you'll hear the whistling wind. If you looked in my ear, you might see tumbleweeds.
I know what I probably need to do is just chain myself to this damn chair, quit whining, and write. Sounds good in theory. Too bad reality has too much going on for me right now to devote any good block of time to figuring my way out of the wasteland. Maybe this weekend I'll have a break long enough to tear through the dam.
Ever been in this place? How'd you find your way out?