I think I'm scared or confused or bored but also freakin' frustrated - I just can't commit to anything. All my thoughts seem silly, ugly. There's some thing like pressure that comes from inside of myself, and it blocks me from trying.
Writers circle submission is due by the end of the month. I have four days. In four days time I may have nothing except a pissy semi-retired writing enthusiast named 'Patricia' on my ass sending me hate emails.
Insert sad face.