That’s what I am. I haven’t been able to write. Five days of mental constipation and hardly anything to show for it. I have gotten an extension until Wednesday at midnight. I honestly don’t know if I can pull this off.

No commiseration needed. Or really looked for. This really isn’t a moment for “you can do it”‘s. The problem is I know I can… but I still can’t seem to.

At one point I was considering that maybe some form of writing was what I should be persuing. Now that doesn’t seem like a great idea. Currently I’m failing in the most basic aspect of writing: laying words on a page.