A Bunch of Despondent Fish

Having successfully fired off an inaugural post less than 24 hours ago, I find myself uncertain of where to go from here. There are a million ideas zipping frenetically around inside my head, yet they are all finding it terribly difficult to filter out through my fingers and onto this page. And, so, here I am, writing a meta-analysis of my writer’s block, hoping to smash the dam and flood this page in a mighty deluge of brilliance and panache.

Alas, I have run out of time, and am due for an engagement out on the town. If I get a chance, I will cogitate on the panopoly of ideas swirling around in my head like a bunch of despondant fish in a fishbowl, and see if I can’t bang something out upon my return, later in this wet evening.

Toodles!