I wrote fiction yesterday! Effortlessly, too, though the hot chocolate and banana pecan muffin I inhaled between words might have been motivational. I wasn't hungry again for about 5 hours after I had them so they were certainly something.
And now, having broken through the block after all this time, I am going to risk mentioning the magazine I spotted on Sunday. 'Paper' is in the title of the magazine series though I believe it refers to paper put to crafty use rather than anything I should even be thinking about. Still. This particular issue is a special one about studio space. It has bright shiny pictures of things I like, and the subject is organization, and really the Easter bunny should be dropping a copy into a basket with my name on it, yes?
Or maybe surrounding myself with masses of arty supplies would be the equivalent of dropping 2 tons of limestone screenings on the tender plant that is the short-story-in-progress?