Ten-Finger Exercises

indignant

I haven't been able to get into this site for several days! Each time I tried, from different computers and search engines too, I'd get a message that said the server wdc could not be found. I'm at home with a little tummy bug, not feeling bad enough to be in bed but not good enough to be at work. What a perfect time to write, and nothing! (Sure, I could have written on Word. Lousy excuse, right?)

Anyway, I'm lacking in energy, ambition and creativity at the moment, and I don't know how to get it going. Maybe a contest? I'll take a look. The story I just read in the New Yorker could well have come from one of those prompts: a man in a speedo, a man wearing a gondolier outfit who hears the voice of his dead mother, a homeless man. Doesn't that sound about right?

I'll let you know if anything good comes of it.