I've been sitting here for the past hour writing sentences, deleting, writing more, deleting again, saving drafts, and it's all awful. More awful than usual.
I switched topics, tried a little on something else I wanted to write. No luck there. Same thing. I went back and looked at a different draft on another topic that I wrote a few days ago. Nope, that needs a bit of cleaning up and research before it's unleashed on the world.
I then came back to the new ones, and they're just not working for me. I can't put my finger on it exactly, they're just not saying what I intend them to say.
The frustrating thing is that tomorrow, or the next day, I could look at them again and sort them out in a moment. But for now...?
So these are the words that are flowing - a stream of consciousness as I sit here and sniffle.
I've been off work sick this week. Some sort of head cold. I'm doped up on a lemon and codeine drink, or something like that, and not really thinking straight.
Which, some would argue, is no different to usual.
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