My creative writing well has run dry. That’s the reason there haven’t been any blog posts, well that and the fact that I’ve been so damn busy I barely have time to pee. All my blog friends have deserted me because I haven’t been commenting on their blogs lately. I suck. Such is the life of a freelance writer. When the work comes in, you take it. When there’s no work, you blog.

I felt compelled to write something here today because I like to carry needless guilt around with me. It keeps me motivated. It’s not as if any of you really care. There are no blog post deadlines I have to meet (except the ones in my head). Nobody is going to lose an eye if I don’t post, but I feel like a little bit of my presence dies when I don’t post. Is that lame or what? As if I actually have a presence. Do I?

That remains to be seen.

On another random note, I entered a writing contest yesterday. I’m beginning to wonder if contests are just a waste of time. I entered three contests last year and my entries went into the vapor of the Internet. This contest however offered an option for a critique so I didn’t feel like it was a total waste since I will at least get some feedback. I want to win though. I want to yell at the top of my lungs, “HEY! I JUST WON A WRITING CONTEST! SOMEONE LIKED WHAT I WROTE!” Don’t we all.

Thank you for joining me and my empty brain today. Please come back if you’d like to stick a hot poker in your ear because I’m sure that’s what reading this post felt like.