This post is classic.
At least in my world. This is about me trying to prove to myself that maybe I still have that writing mojo, which I think I lost somewhere between being active on Twitter and having a job that requires me to stare at phrases and terms I barely understand. This is about me hoping to be able to go back.
I don’t puke words for a living. I just do so for my sanity. And now that nothing seems to be oozing from my brain, I’m scared.
It’s way easier to make your poop come out.