I'm sitting here with my gluestick gluing letters shut for a living and outside everyone is in their powder blue robes, graduating. Exactly where I was a year ago.
Now I have this lucrative photocopying job and I can't write. Why can't I write right now? I'm stuck. I'm not sure what to work on next or how to work on any of them. I'm sick of waiting for them to come but what else can be done?
Something good has to happen soon.