This Way

A wasteland of inspiration.

If you’re looking for one, cast your eyes this way.

Wrung dry of stories, barren of pen and want-of-pen, I sit and rot and wait for this depressive jag to end.

Stand up and fight, you say? I try and try and try but the Fates keep slapping me back down… and, now, I’m tired and needing of rest or something.

So, pardon this lax posting while I battle the rot.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe