I want to write. I want to be writing. But not the things I must write. When I am supposed to write those things that I must write I stare into the screen. But nothing comes out. So I stare some more. I stare some more in hopes that all the staring will produce words. But no. That does not happen. The thoughts in my head do not make the journey to the screen. Or to the paper for that matter. They float around endlessly in muddles. In my head. Hours go by and I am still staring. But it seems I have written. Something.