I've started at least four blog posts this week, and not one of them makes sense. Or maybe they make sense, but I feel like I'm unjustifiably complaining about things.
Diana and I are having "a week." Not with each other, thankfully, but in the general sense of life, this week hasn't been one of the stronger ones we've had. This has put my creative side in something of an incoherent place, so writing isn't working out as I would like. For CoasterBuzz's 20th anniversary, I'm writing some stories from the history I have, to start publishing at the end of the month, but they're going nowhere. If art comes from experiencing unpleasant things, I'm doing it wrong.
Next week has to be better.
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