I’m dragging.
Literally speaking, that is.
Lately, writing has become a disdained chore. A task meted out by a mind that won’t let me do anything but play pretend in a mosh pit of words.
Every writer goes through these moments of sludge. I know this.
It doesn’t make the bog-trawling any easier though.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe the Bog Body
