Blocked.

If you live in New England and felt what could easily be mistaken for an earthquake, fear not. It was just me. Hitting the worse writer's block I have even encountered.

So, how does one cope with this? I decided to write about it. Ramble on for a few paragraphs about how I have nothing to say. I will use as many words as I can muster up to get my point across.

My point that I do not have.

I have no direction and no motivation. I have lost all of my ideas and the words in my head are so backed up I am contemplating calling Roto Rooter.

Yikes.

Usually when I start to feel like I don't have a direction I turn to my daughter. I can usually type 500+ words about her latest shenanigans. But right now my brain is not properly transferring memories into words. I can not even think of a single scenario that I could tell you all about.

I am completely blocked up.

It is like the area of my brain that is in charge of my writing has snacked on too much cheese. Too much cheese and not enough fiber. Or apple juice. If you know what I mean.

Am I even being slightly coherent.

I cannot tell. I wrote an entire post a couple hours ago. I was so excited going into it. I had been crafting lines in my head all day. Once I let it out of my head and onto my computer screen it read like a badly researched 8th grade Sociology report.

Except I wrote better than that in the 8th grade.

So, my dearest readers, I am turning to you. Help me entertain you. Please, in the comments link me to your funniest, heart wrenching, moving or inspiring post.

Shit, link me to your 8th grade Sociology report. It has to be better than this.

Someone help me or this Juicebox is going to quickly start making that horrible slurping sound that happens when the straw runs out of juice.

I hate that sound.

363 words about not having words. I am winning at losing here folks. Winning.