Write Something. Damn it! Who cares if it’s crap, literally?

A conversation with myself because no one else will listen. Why don’t I feel like writing: Arctic spring weather?  Green goop in China? Wrist Apnea? Lame, lame and lame.  Just strike the damn keys until something appears – Black-and-blue words, broken letters… Cut the crap! You’re being lazy. No one gets anywhere by being lazy. You’ve… Continue reading