I'm having one of those days.

I wrote a short-short story yesterday that I really like. I think it would make one hell of a short story. (It obviously needs expanding and a little more flesh on the bones.) It's a lovely idea. I really want to write it.

And I'll be damned if I can wrap my mind around how to do it.

Sigh.

There are some days when I wonder why I think I can write. The words aren't there. Every avenue of approach into a story is full of plain prose, idiotic information flow and sentences of a sixth grade calibre.

Grrr.

Days like this are the writer's worst nightmare.

I'll just have to tough it out.

Sorry to whine . . .

Joseph Haines, signing off from The Edge of The Abyss.