I’ve lost my way.
There’s been too much thinking going on.
I’ve been misled; believing that planning to write would get me writing.
“Planning” has kept me away from the pen, the keypad, the notebook. Because a plan begins with an idea, and an idea could come from anywhere.
But thinking too hard has interrupted my natural flow, and now I’m stuck with nothing.
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”