It was at about this time last year that writing was effortless for me.
At least I think it was this time last year. To actually go and check would be like, hard and stuff. Plus I might find out that I'm wrong and that would totally invalidate my opening sentence.
And what's an entry without an opening sentence?
Not very much, that's what. Just a title and a timestamp. And maybe a category or two. But that's it.
But I digress.
I've had this damn entry title in my head since April. For five months I've known what I wanted to write about, but I didn't know what I wanted to write.
And now, now recent events have brought the entire matter to a head. I need to write something about it, if only to get my head wrapped around it. It is important that I know what I'm doing here. Life has offered me a second chance. I doubt that there'll be a third.
I still don't know what I want to write though. That's why I'm rambling on here. I'm waiting for a flash of inspiration or something. Anything. Please.
Once upon a time there was this guy. Not a knight or a prince or anything cool like that. Just a regular guy.
Nope. That sucks.
Maybe I'm just not supposed to write about this. People might actually read it, if I wrote something. She might actually read it.
I guess I should think about this some more.