the juices, they are not flowing yet. i'm rustier than i imagined i would be. writing is so much more enjoyable when you are pulled to write, when words have already been strung together in your head and you hurry to the paper and ink. nothing i've written so far seems particularly brilliant, moving, or funny. i know i can be all of these things. but i can be patient, i can be dedicated. i will get it back, in some way or another, and for now this daily bumble is as good as anything.