Dear PC,

As you know, I committed the other week to posting something each day. This was to be an exercise in discipline. I was having no trouble coming up with ideas but just as soon as I opened my mouth to tell the world that writer’s block is hokum, “I just sit down and free type”, things have dried up.

I’m here to tell you that I’m getting a little tired of waiting for you to pull your weight. I don’t ask for much. A few words about loons or a joke about a fire. Perhaps a short poem or a ditty about a little red sweater. Just about anything will do, really. Just help me get started. And don’t speak to me about the prompts. Sometimes they work and sometimes I stare at them as if they’re written in Greek.

This letter is intended as a warning that should you continue to block my efforts, I will go out, purchase a new laptop and consign you to the closet. Beware, once in, never out! There are still jackets in there from the 80’s!

I can tell you one thing, this is definitely not my fault. I’ve always been able to bullshit about any topic for a couple of minutes or a couple of hundred words. So, as you are the only other entity involved…

…huh. Look at that, a couple of hundred words. ©

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