Sorry, kids, but my creative cupboard is bare. The river of inspiration isn't even a trickle. The muse is giving me the silent treatment. In essence, I have nothing to write about, not even a nonsensical ramble or a vituperative rant. I've started posts every day for the last three days, thinking that maybe if I just stare at the screen long enough, something will come rushing out of my mind to fill the silence... but I can't even come up with an opening paragraph. I'm just dry.
But he isn't:
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