Sincerest apologies

When the words just don’t come
And the blank page stares
Ideas frivolous
And void of purpose

What motivates me now?
A promise I made on February 22nd
To write every Thursday
Without fail

So far…

Fourteen weeks of success
Fourteen weeks with something to say
Fourteen weeks is all it took
To run my barrel dry

Fuck.

And now I sit
Naked
Figuratively
With nothing to protect a fragile ego

A writer who writes about not being able to write
Pathetic
No one cares
I smell a tinge of conceit

So this is the part where I pat myself on the back
For doing fuck all
And send you on your way
To better reading

 
I’ll make sure to come better prepared
Next Thursday

 
Cheers