brainstorming. No drafts. Zip. Nada. Nothing.

Work stress sucked up all my inspiration.

Now, I want to change. I want to write a thought. To help an idea escape my head. To release ink phrases onto the page. Somewhere quiet: on a tram, at the breakfast table, on the back patio, sitting in the afternoon sun.

My plan: First, start writing in my journal. Nothing extensive. A page every morning, just to get the words flowing. Second, read and retype my notes on my new story. Finally, request help from my fellow on-line writers.
This is the dream. Sigh.