I had the intention of doing a writing prompt tonight, but nothing came along that grabbed my interest. Then I tried to come up with my own topic for a quick flash fiction, and my brain was found lacking as well.
Thorough disappointed across the board.
Life goes on, as do I. This has been a longer cycle of silence than is the norm, which is more so a good thing than a bad thing. The further my pendulum swings one way, the further it swings on the way back. The back of my mind is starting to gnaw again. Words are protesting. They want out.
Yes, yes, dear words. All in good time.
Shawn Saying Something... 