I Don’t Get Writers Block, But . . .

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I’m not a person who really has to deal with writers block. I can always find a way to turn nothing into something. And I’m not adverse to occasionally boring people, as long as I’m interested, or even if I’m not at least if I use pretty words, or ugly words in a pretty way.

But the more hectic things get, the less creative I am. There’s just less room for it. I sit down and my mind is blank. I just want to sit down and eat garlic something while watching the food network and possibly make some cupcakes for later. Or just sit there with a vat of popcorn. Sweet and salty popcorn ideally.

There’s nothing like a bout of sickness and teething to throw a spanner in the works of my well oiled machine*

So now all I need is someone to clean my house, do my washing, look after my kids and do my work so I can sit on the couch with my popcorn. Minions!!!!**

*The well oiled machine is less of a well oiled machine and more of something that moves forward by necessity, but you get the idea.

**I don’t recommend the minions. They are highly unreliable.