I've been writing, but I've been struggling to find that feeling of being finished. That moment where something clicks internally, like a breath being let out after being held too long. Nothing feels complete. Creative endeavours of every kind have been feeling unfinished. Creativity strikes, keeps me up until four in the morning, takes everything I have, and then abandons me at the side of the road wearing only a cowboy hat and a poncho.

I wish I could dance.