The Problem Is

That when you know people are getting inside your head, you feel the need to make it interesting.

You may sit down to the computer, keyboard at your fingertips, and think

Nothing

The screen stays hauntingly white.

Little cursor line flashing on and off.

On and Off.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Say, here's a thought.

If you're visiting my world for the first time, you can catch up on my previous, brilliantly written posts at my old home- Lauralea's World. The old archives will eventually be moved to my new residence here, but feel free to catch my un-writer's-blocked self over there.

I wonder if it has anything to do with all the children being gone...the unmotivated atmosphere here, I mean.

Ah, well.

I'll just be going then, til inspiration strikes.

To enjoy the quiet.