Dry

I had a pocket of time unexpectedly open up tonight, so I sat down with my laptop and no other distractions, and tried to work my way through a few scattered thoughts that I've promised to turn into an essay.

I've been at it for over three hours now. I have a couple of pages of notes and two faltering opening paragraphs. But it all adds up to nothing, really, because I don't seem to have anything to say that isn't banal, and obstinately whacking at the keyboard doesn't seem to be helping with the creative process.

I keep saying "seem to" because I'm not sure what (if anything) is going on inside my brain.

I'm calling it quits for tonight. Bleah.