In a funk

I can't write when I get like this, all blue and down for no reason at all (well, for no good reason). The funk oozes into the writing, permeating it, and when the funk has passed, as it inevitably will, the bad writing will remain. And it's some bad writing, folks. Words cannot express how bad.

The only thing to do is wait for it to pass, and hope it does so before the end of the day. I'll fall behind in my word count, but I can live with that. Unfortunately.


--Cris