The River Don't Think, So It Don't Think Twice

Do I need coffee? 4:30 on a Sunday afternoon. I've had a bad writer's itch all week and just can't scratch it. It's not writer's block where you can't put down what's stuck inside. It's an itch to write with nothing to write about. I find it difficult to articulate so far (so I guess I've got a bit of a writer's block about my writer's itch).