I have the non-writer's equivalent of writer's block, which involves gazing blankly at the screen, chewing the multi-coloured hair-bobbles around my wrist in a somewhat manic fashion, and starting about ten different blog entries, before deleting them in a show of frustration and ennui. It's not that I don't have anything to say. I have plenty to say.

(A room full of potential, with no mewling, stray cat sitting in the corner. Think flamingos serving drinks. And patios. Beautiful brocades, and red suede drapes, falling from ornate ceiling to majestically tiled marble floor.)

It's just that I don't have enough ways to say those things. I have misplaced my words. Help!