Complaining of the Brain
I have writing I need to do. An essay due this week, a novel that's halted again, fanfictions aren't even coming along.
The usual eloquence of my brain in matters of communicating ideas through the fingertips to the keyboard is failing me at a most inopportune time.
It took me seven attempts, broken up, to be satisfied with that sentence. Normally it would just flow out. This is NOT good stuff.
The usual eloquence of my brain in matters of communicating ideas through the fingertips to the keyboard is failing me at a most inopportune time.
It took me seven attempts, broken up, to be satisfied with that sentence. Normally it would just flow out. This is NOT good stuff.