Wandering-Muse

So I've got a bunch of in progress stuff sitting on my desk staring at me.  And while I'm looking at it all I can think is..."I've got nothing". I've got some stories and poetry that need finishing, some that need writing, and others that need polishing.  However words seem to escape me when I take a pen to paper. What I do manage to write seems ridiculously idiotic to me when I come back to it.  Eihter the flows irrevocably worng or it just dosen't make sense.  I guess all I've got to say is, "Writers Block, I despise you!".  I'll be back when I can convince my muse to write something worth showing. -Later.

I may have fallen of the edge of the Earth, but I haven't died.  I've just been backed up with school work, and larger projects.  My muse seems to have turned away from poetry and to short stories and prose.  I'll tell you more about what I'm working on in second. Works been slow on these things for various reasons.  School keeps getting in the way. I keep dropping the thread of a story I'm working on.  I fail at editing, so I'm never sure if I've done enough.  Anyways all these factors have caused it to be ages since any of yall have heard a peep from me. I'm gonna tell you some of the stuff I'm working on, to see if it anyone is actually

It's been Thanksgiving for a few minutes now.  I've been watching and helping mom cook a parade of pies for the big feast most of the day.  We have Apple, Pecan, and Pumpkin pies, along with some brownies for my cousin who won't eat any of the pies.  We've got a HUGE turkey in the fridge, and family driving here in the morning.  I don't get to see them often, but I love them (even if they are slightly insane...).  So I'm excited, just plain happy for the first time in a while. It's been a rough school year, but I'm really excited about Thanksgiving, and the abundance has gotten me thinking. Sure, it's been rougher than I like things lately,