Can't write.

It's not writer's block, exactly, because I don't actually believe in that. It's more like apathy.

Ack.

I can't write right now because I can't seem to care right now.

This happens occasionally when I do something else besides writing when I wake up. Today it was coercing a dirty kid into the shower and then back out again, plus a little (a very little) weight lifting. That's what I did instead of getting right on the computer, and now I don't feel like writing.

Shoot.

But, Becca, you say. Here you are, writing.

Well, I say, sort of.

Are you not typing, right now? you ask.

But it so doesn't count, I reply.

And we both know I'm right.

Rats.