I have been out of wordsthe world has beensucking out my painbut is to be freeto be lack of things?
flash-fiction
My pen runs out of ink, and this is just one of those moments I wish I could telephone my muse.
I am sinking into the deep abyss called writers block,I have so many thoughts, so many ideas;
About six months ago, my husband wrote this note and stuck it up on the refrigerator: