Blank Mind.

"I fear writers block like I do a disease."

That is the start of a blog post from about two weeks ago. I couldn't finish that post because I am currently afflicted with said writers block.

It's bad.

I have been waiting for the moment when my life freezes and I all of a sudden these words begin flowing into my brian and I realize they are the beginning of a journal entry or short story or a blog post.

That moment has not come.

Six. That is how many drafts I have right now. They all have titles, first lines, and the potential to  be something. But once I type out that first line, the gears in my head begin to slow, and I fear that now they have begun to rust and fall apart.

This is an obvious sign that something in my life is not quite right, but I have yet to figure out what.

For now I will leave you with a blast to the past. My "Ugly Purse" post from years ago? Scroll down to the picture of the chicken purse. I actually saw this purse today, in use in a public place. Namely: Tucanos.