...What's today? The third? How many words have I written? I'll tell you: none zip zilch zero goose egg nada. Why? I dunno. I stare at the screen and pfft, nothin'. grrrrrr. Tomorrow i am going to sit at coffee bean all damn day long and write, even if it's crapola makes no sense whatsoever is barely English. But tonight, I'm gonna stand under the shower until i'm all pruney or some idea for a plot (that I actually like) finally drips into my head. Or until the hot water runs out.