Well, damn.

Theres a clipboard with paper and a pen sitting on top of it on the shelf next to me. Its a good pen too. One of those gel pens where the ink is so smooth and flawless. With such a pen, I can almost give new meaning to "words flow across the page". I dont know why I write so much easier with them, but I do. The pages are blank, begging to be written on it. I long to appease it. To pick up the pen and start writing. Only problem is, I cant think of anything to write. For all the prompts and plot bunnies, all the songs and music Im scrolling through, all the articles of this and that that I pick up via my RSS reader; I cant think of a thing to write.
Damnit.

Stumble It!