Staring at this pane of glass before me. Think! Write something! Damn, I don't have a clue how to get going. I like to ignore terms of writer's block, but if I were to do that any more I'd never get anything done. You've got to get it done, carpe diem, get-it-the-fuck Done.


Before the day is out, I'll do something. I don't care what, but I will. Just do that. Make something. I feel likeI should have something to write about, bloody hellfire. Not the best time to start writing, first thing on a morning. Oh well. I'll wait, and then get working once the initial madness of the day is over. I'll have a bit more time. Maybe something will have inspired me. Maybe I need to look over my scraps and notes and mental detritus.

Moo.

Calm down, get it done, make something.

Hey, I've had an idea. Just as I can't take advantage my time any more. Oh well, it's a start. I've a feeling, like I have some real story to tell. No more of my usual brief nonsense. I feel like telling something, it'll span a couple of parts at least. I don't know fully, but a shape in my mind is forming. At last.