I Do Not Have Writer's Block

I do not. I have plenty of ideas.... I'm also not in denial. At all. I just have no time to write. Really. That's all.

I have got to say today I have thought about my free evening with one goal: to write. So I might have also had a glass (or two) of wine and cleaned the kitchen and chatted with the neighbors (God I sound like a middle aged house wife) along the way but now I sit down and write.

I need to write more fiction. I have fallen off that horse. Or whatever the phrase is.

The only problem is I don't know what to write about. But that's not writer's block. That's just... oh shut up.

So here's what I've just decided to do. Free write the shit out of some fiction. How does that sound? Like a terrible idea? Well, no one asked you. Oh, I did didn't I? Shoot... Well I'm going to do it anyway.

*Deep Breath*... Write what I know.

If her notebook could talk it would say very nasty things about her. Words like "Negligence" and "Ineffectual" would be thrown around like baseballs in a little league practice-- frequently and with not much care for the person on the receiving end. She felt so guilty about the unmarked pages that she resorted to leaving the notebook under other things. Such as other books, or pillows, or glasses of wine.

If her computer could talk it would say very blunt things about her. It would probably say she spent far too much time checking facebook and not enough time using thesaurus.com. It might also add that it doesn't like having wine spilt on it and that it wouldn't mind her spilling wine on the notebook for once instead of using it as a coaster--

Fuck. I can't do this. I have writer's block. There. I said it.

.... Fine. Bye for now.