Some days I just can’t.

It’s raining so hard outside it looks like a white wall.

Something about the rain has taken my muse and hidden her away. Tucked deep within my subconscious, probably sleeping, is my muse. Yet here I am, attempting to write. Babbling to try to shake her awake.

I’ve got nothing.

It’s days li that make the prospect of me ever finishing my novel seem  pretty bleak.

Turning up the country music and ignoring the rain. *Fingers crossed* that my muse will wake up for later  today’s Writer’s Digest: Writing Prompt Bootcamp.