I've got nothing. NOTHING. Not even an excuse. Writer's block is a fickle bitch like that. It's not that I don't want to write...I always want to write. It's that sometimes, for no good reason at all, my brain acts like a petulant preschooler and stands in the corner with its hands pressed over its ears and shouts "NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" every time I suggest that maybe we should.
You guys are forgiving, luckily, but I can't exactly email my editor with, "Sorry about your deadline! My brain just didn't really feel like it this week."
So please pray to God that my kids do something funny or endearing soon. This is really their fault, isn't it? I totally should have had another kid, I feel like these two are getting stale.
In the meantime, read something I wrote elsewhere. Because I've got nothing.
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