I know I am exhausted when I stare at a blank screen,
In writing, that is.
I attempted to write about "one year ago I left for Italy..." and it fell flat after describing my arduous twenty seven hour journey across the pond back to SGV. I also tried to write about the Apple Triathlon (too tired) the week in Kelowna (glorious, too sad to think about now, as I wish vacation would continue on) or the autumn ahead. My head instead pounds in a light, rhythmic headache. Fool! I can't do it. I can't compose. Now I am an artist complaining of writers block! Soon I will be smoking drugs, getting my hair dreadlocked and that full back tattoo to stimulate my creative juices, Victoria-Island-Style.
Instead I will need some onion rings. Or a Blizzard. Maybe a quick bike ride. Or a nap.