I tried to write something new last night. I had my notepad out and was lying in bed, trying thinking of something new and scratching out idea after idea. Everything I kept writing was reworked ideas from this week’s weekly writing prompt. So, after a certain Point, it just felt like if would be easier to direct people to”I’ve been alone for a long time” in the archives.
The only thing I did write (and ironically liked) was a little football related poem (I’m at a conference for football right now):