I’ve been awfully neglectful in writing…but it’s only partially my fault. I guess all work and no play has left me drained, uninspired and wordless. Writer’s block happens to me and every other writer in the world but I feel different. I AM different. I feel like when I get writer’s block it will last forever. I will have no more words to mold into poems, no more stories to blog about. Of course I am being completely irrational and melodramatic; what else can a woman do when she feels her livelihood slipping away from her???