The curse of a blogger

Didja ever have one of those days where you wanted to write, where you felt like you needed to write, but when you sit down to do just that, nothing comes out?

My mind is a painting right now: "Polar Bear in a Blizzard". It's just that blank.

Blanker than normal. Sometimes at least it has pretty colors and random pictures. Not today. Just pure white.

Bleah.

The muse who was upon me to write has kicked me in the ass, laughing, while she goes off to the bar for Mai Tais and Yahtzee.

Maybe later, then.