I want to tell you a story, but I’m not quite sure how to begin. I certainly don’t have a middle, and I’m not quite sure how it will end. This demon is called writers block and it has me in it’s tiny talon like grasp, much like a bird capturing it’s pray. My mind is on the fritz again. Can’t seem to make a full sentence or write anything relevant, so I hope you all can relate. my motivation lies deep within the saturnine recesses of my mind, but I can’t force it back to life.