Honesty

I have allowed myself to suuccumb to writers block. I don't believe in writers block. But I cannot deny that this has happened.
I would love to blame it on my health or the stress of not having a job and not making ends meet.
But excuses don't fix problems. I am wallowing and I hate myself for it.
The only cure for what ails me is a couple hundred or thousand words.

Has my quest to write a marketable manuscript destroyed the love?

Now wait--
all my stories are marketable. So, WHAT story would be inspirational AND fun AND hot?

And who's buying?

Some quality time with the iPod and something that makes writing a crazy game. That's the ticket!