funkypig: I’m disappointed, you know. There has been oodles of opportunity, yet you squander.

8R4D: Squander? That’s unfair.

funkypig: But you’ve written nothing since you’ve been on vacation. Nothing. Nil. Nada. Nicht.

8R4D: I get it. I see where you going with that.

funkypig: You were going to be, ahem, caught up by the end of May, I recall. What did you say? Back on track, was it?

8R4D: Something like that. Your point?

funkypig: You’re not.

8R4D: No. No. Very true. I’m not, but I would argue that I’ve got something of, well bluntly, writer’s block. There is nothing there. I sit down at the computer and…

funkypig: Nothing?

8R4D: Bleh! Putt! Fizzle! Nothing. You don’t just turn it off and on, you know. I won’t make excuses about lack of time, other obligations or projects, or that kind of thing. I’ve sat down to write more times than I can count on my fingers…

funkypig: Ten, right? I forget sometimes.

8R4D: Yes, ten. Anyhow, I’ve sat down to write more times than I can count on my fingers — and maybe my toes, too — and, yeah, well, you know where this is going?

funkypig: Nothingness. Void.

8R4D: Exactly.

funkypig: I know it’s not my role to be, well… ah… erm… encouraging, but, y’know. Chin up. It will come.

8R4D: Useful.

funkypig: It’s my first time.