It happens every time…
I’m so frustrated.
Every so often, but not as often as I would like, I get the urge to write. I think of a good idea or two and sit down in front of the typewriter hoping to develop one of them to the point of a story. But every time, all I do is sit looking at the keys.
Well, I do get some typing in — because I usually end up with two or three false starts which I save just in case I think of something to add to them later.
Maybe I should string them all together into one piece and call it “Images” or another equally silly name. Or better yet, maybe I should write something about how I can’t write anything.
Let me think… I got it:
“It happens every time…”