I Forgot

As I was reading a blog post by the wonderful Mod R (who moderates the Ilona Andrews site/FB/etc), I realized that I'd forgotten to write one of my own. Or, rather, I forgot to finish the one that I started. (A MASSIVE rant involving AI being nothing short of absolute theft is in your future.)

Honestly, I'm not in much shape to write this one. I'm feeling very blah with ... everything.

I want to be inspired. I want to find joy in my writing. I'd like to find some interest in reading the book that has spent a month on my nightstand. I would even take agitation with my lack of productivity.

Alas, I feel nothing at this time. This week has been especially draining, and we're only halfway through it.

I can't even summon the appropriate frustration over my car's slow death or the proper trepidation in the search for a new one.

I'm just ... bleh.

Which is to say: I'm getting off of here now. Goodnight.