My muse has been cracking the whip on me with an alarming rate. He
shoves & pushes while I stubbornly dig my heels into the ground. I
want to write what he's telling me but I can't release it from pen to
paper. It like writing with a stick on a lake surface. I'm too tired
or stressed to write. Hell, I can't even write in my journal. There's
too much going on in my life & mind to find a channel for it all.
There's so many stories & plots fighting for their chance to get told.
I don't think I enough mental space or sanity to share them all.