Dragging 10 or 11

I should be writing a play, should be tap tapping at the keys in creation of something big or at least big enough like the play that's untitled and won't come out. I should be trying to forge this world that refuses to be completely visible instead of going back to kiss bloggie over and over with the tips of my finger. Feed me, bloggie says. Feed me. And I do. But fast am I losing all my blood.