Maybe I’m just tired. I woke up at 3:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep.
Maybe I need an adventure, something new and different to slice about.
Maybe I need my writer’s notebook, an old entry I could revisit, polish, post.
Maybe I need more coffee.
Maybe I read too many slices and feel too full of other people’s words to find my own.
Maybe the well is finally dry.
Maybe this is writer’s block.
Maybe I will never write again.
Maybe I’m trying too hard.
Maybe I’m not trying hard enough?
Maybe I should look at my list of topics and see if something inspires me.
Maybe I should look at it a second time.
Maybe the third time’s the charm.
Maybe if I just start writing.
Maybe one word after another.
Maybe I’ll find a slice.