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It’s a gray day and we’ve been promised rain, but so far it’s only threatening. My brain’s writing strike continues, and though I’ve gotten many other things done, writing is not among them.

Harrumph.

I think this is what one could officially call a writing slump. The slumpiest.

On the positive side, I seem to be some kind of a paper mache savant. And by that I mean it actually resembles the shape I intended, so there’s that. It’s not quite dry enough yet to put on the next layer, though. I think my brain is craving other ways to be creative. I’ve been baking as well, though I don’t know if that counts when it’s someone else’s recipe.

I’ve even gotten creative with my decaf. Though I’m up to having a cup of real coffee a day, I doctored my decaf cup with some cocoa. I’ve also probably upped the caffeine content, in hopes of getting my brain on the writing train, but shh, don’t tell me that.

Regardless, we seem to be at a standstill, that drat writing center and the rest of me. It’s a logjam of redwood proportions. Somebody get me a chainsaw.

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