Some days the words aren’t there.
Nor will they come.
Not new shiny ones.
Nor old standbys.
Nothing.
Not. One.
Stinking. Word.
Those days, it’s best not to try.
Prose falls flat.
Edits make murk.
So don’t.
Go there.
Walk away.
~ Olivia J. Herrell
And here to concur are Joe Walsh and the James Gang performing the quintessential Walk Away:
Nor will they come.
Not new shiny ones.
Nor old standbys.
Nothing.
Not. One.
Stinking. Word.
Those days, it’s best not to try.
Prose falls flat.
Edits make murk.
So don’t.
Go there.
Walk away.
~ Olivia J. Herrell
And here to concur are Joe Walsh and the James Gang performing the quintessential Walk Away:
