There are those days when you could not write. Lack of materials, slothful moments, lexis, pesky editor, work pressure —whatever is the reason they are there, constant impediments to your productivity.
But there are MORE of those days when you could not write just because you lack the ability to construct even one heck of a sentence that makes sense. Work brain, work!
mr. brightside sent something. one of my favorite things in the world but it was sent "for us".