Can't Stop. Won't Stop.

Work's been beating me up for the past week, after a co-worker left me holding the bag on a massive project. I enjoy feeling like my life has meaning, a purpose, but it takes a lot out of a guy, you know?

So my creative juices have been at, shall we say, a low ebb, and I keep having the same thought: "Maybe writing just isn't my thing."

And my next thought is always, "I should really write that down."