I can't count how many times I've sat down over the last five or six days to try and write something but just couldn't make the words fit into sentences in order to build paragraphs which would eventually resemble a blog post...something substantial. I've had problems with writer's block before, but never like this. And to add to the mental pain and fog that accompanies writer's block, I've managed to tear my trapezius muscle and the physical pain is just as intense.
I would love to endlessly bitch, moan and groan about this craptastic weather we're having and how I'm so damned sick and tired of the cold that I've actually brought up the subject of moving to Florida on more than one occasion. However, I know I'm not the only one who wishes that winter would just take a hike already. I am tired of the cold though and I'd really love nothing more than to sit in a field of emerald green grass, surrounded by blooming wildflowers of every color while the sun warms my shoulders and thaws this block of ice that my heart has become. I've never loathed the winter as much as I do this year. Perhaps it's because I'm in a new place and it's been cold, gray and bare since we moved here.
It's taken my five hours just to get this much written and I feel as if I've been writing for weeks.
This really sucks!
