|My problem now is not the Block. It is the Clock.|
Last weekend, I was on the road. (For a writing-related reason, so at least there's that.)
This weekend? I'll be back on the road. (For work. Gotta pay all of the bills, all of the time.)
I have several ideas, and keep jotting notes here and there. My mind is constantly abuzz, and without adequate outlet, I'm just sort of jumpy all the time.
It's the writing equivalent of the shakes, y'all.