Stella got her groove but I ve got nuthin'.
Writing about mom and the little dust devils around her is getting dull.
Moms things are amusing to me but I m sure rather boring to everyone else.
The ups and downs of life my kids are experiencing is nothing inspirational.
Home life has no wonders about which to write.
Profound thoughts and flashes of brilliance are totally absent.
Havent come up with a single recipe that bears repeating.
Writers block?
Depression?
Boredom?
Ennui?
WTF?




