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You ever want to write, but you don’t know what about? A situation that is akin to when you open your completely stocked refrigerator only to discover that nothing tickles your fancy? Perogies, pickles, quesadillas, peanut butter and apples. Nothing sounds good. Nothing seems to hit the spot.

That is the snag I find myself in today. No matter what I just come seem to form an opinion or humourous quip that seems to demand being written about. I have scoured the internet looking for any inspiration and there is none to be had. I have a few other ideas, but they either need more time to percolate or I am saving them for the right moment.

Hours pass, like pretty much the entire day.

Oh, but lo and behold what fresh hell is this! I found it, I found my daily muse! Alas, it is too late for today. I have to get back to Camp NaNoWriMo. Tomorrow will be a new day though. And I feel a zinger coming on.

Zingerification not guaranteed They all can’t be zingers.

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