For farting out loud

Goddamn guys, I got nothin.

I’m not depressed. I’m not exactly happy either. But hey, I’ve felt worse. I just haven’t been able to put together a story all year.

But I started working at the toilet factory again (not THAT toilet factory. A different one). I thought that getting paid to take 3 hour shits once more would motivate me to write, but it hasn’t worked so far.

I just…lost my mojo?

Did I sell my soul to Satan himself to self publish one shitty book on Amazon? Cuz things have gone south since then.