I’m trying to write, but I can’t. I thought I would take this unemployment opportunity to crank out my book. Instead, I stare at the pages and struggle. I don’t want to relive all the mistakes I made with John Doe, etc, I don’t want to try to turn my pain into humor, I don’t want to do any of it. Except that I DO. I DO, but I can’t, and I don’t know how to fix it.
Even just trying to write this post is a struggle. I just don’t know what to say.
Until I do.
Last night I had a dream reminding me about another story that I want to tell. I think my subconscious is finally telling me to snap out of it and just write, no matter how hard.
Here I go…
A Series of Very Bad Decisions 
There you are…was beginning to wonder about you after a period of inactivity. And of course I have no other way to get a hold of you, short of asking for your phone number, email address, etc. etc. But glad to see you’ve started to get back to your craft. The struggle, or as most people probably know it as “writer’s block”, I have to think it happens to all of us. Ah, just let me know if you need any more or less from me. (oh that JPMorgan Chase Corp Challenge I ran/walk/ran/walk/ran/walk/etc. a few weeks back was a bit cold out there so good thing you didn’t go, but I managed to put forth my best effort…just imagining how much better I would’ve done with actual training…)