I had it all figured out, what I was going to write in another month.
I had all the words corralled in my head.
Waiting. Ready. Eager.
A year would have been awesome.
But noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I don't get to release the words.
Fuck, I don't even get to write eleven in four minutes. I'd really been looking forward to that.
I have to start all over again.
Good thing I have patience.