I am always sad when the weekend winds to a close. Tomorrow morning quanta and I have to walk up and head back to work. 🙁 This weekend was quite productive though, so I feel satisfied. I managed to catch up on feedback email that had been sitting around since October (eek!), do laundry, go grocery shopping, etc., etc.
And now, now that I have made time to sit down and write, I find that I have nothing to say. Nothing, not a single thing. I’m barely a writer, so how can I be suffering from writer’s block? I suspect that I am just trying to hard. But where is that line between too hard and not hard enough?