I am still alive. I just can not seem to step back into this. Maybe it’s the chaos of living here with furniture stacked around like a maze to be gotten through. Maybe it’s the over dose of well intentions from my Mother about my finances and the job search situation. Maybe I am just sucked dry in general. I don’t have the will to write.
I hope it comes back. It doesn’t feel like me to not be writing some useless babble or other.