Wriggles

Day Ten for Imaginary Life Eight, Playwright:

Read some of our old work today. I don't know what keeps holding me back from writing.

Creative blocks are mysteries, jumbles of will the mind manages to wriggle in and out of. There's some way out there to make it possible I imagine.

Who knows?

Haiku of the Day:

Familiar perfume
wafts about a rush hour train
I am transported

Today's Drawing:

Guerdon - reward, recompense