Welcome, friends, comrades, and lovers – to the Existential Dread Happy Hour!

As our current crop of legally – unethically and immorally – elected overlords say, “If you don’t dread your current and continued existence, we aren’t doing our job!”  So let our Dread Masters know how they’re doing, and officially register your horror today!

I found the actual desire to write this morning.  Sort of stumbled across it, like a cat toy lost under the couch for a long time, coated in dust.  Picked it up, turned it over in my hands, batted it around a little.  And found that I had lost a couple hours.  With actual words.  On the page.  Then I hit a little bit of a wall.  And here I am.  Stumbling.  Struggling.  Going down.  Maybe I’ll do the dishes now.  Maybe go back to bed.  Dunno.  Sure felt good for a while, making actual, real progress on one of the novels.  Almost felt…like….  Stuff.  Or something.

Yeah.  Used up all my words for today.  ‘bye now.