Well, I’ve finally hacked up the hairball.
After three days of the worst writer’s block I’ve ever had, I have spit up a paragraph.
Yep, a three-sentenced clump of first-person fiction now sits in my journal staring at me.
Trying to intimidate me.
The hairball taunts, “Just try hacking up more”—
I will, you wordy-wad. Just watch me retch.