I'm trying, people. Really, I am.
Open compose screen.
Drum fingers uselessly on the keyboard.
Ooh! "Glee" is on! Why in the hell is blond-haired wifey always playing psychofreaknutcases? She was a looney in "Nip/Tuck." She is a half-psychotic mutant in "Heroes." She was actually a normal soccer mom type in the first season of "Prison Break," but they killed her off within the first few episodes. Now here she is in "Glee" being a Nutrasweet control freak fake preggo (wtf?) manipulator. Typecasting, anyone? What was I doing? Oh, right. Writing…
Drum, drum, drum.
There it is, that dastardly little cursor. Blink, blink, blink. It's taunting me, that vertical blinking sonofabiznitch.
I'm frustrated. I'm tired. I'm stuck.
The atypical stagnant nature of this blog seems to be like an awkward mirrored analogy of my life right now, and there is an almost ineffable quality to it.
That's about as close as it gets.
What do you do when you're stuck?
Whether that question was rhetorical or not is up to you.