Caitlin says:

I will sit in this chair, in front of this iBook, until at least 5 pm. I may write. I may not. But I will spend the day sitting here in this chair in front of this iBook. Beads of blood may appear on my forehead. My back may ache. But I will sit here.

Stop trying to write, and frelling write.

I know it’s that simple. I know it’s that intricate.

Except today it’s reviewing and editing other work, and I’m just staring at it and nothing’s sinking in. Which is not at all the fault of the authors. The connection between my eyes and my brain appears to be under construction, and the route is closed until further notice.

It’s roadwork season in Autumn’s brain. Who says we don’t reflect our physical environment?