Flailing.

I am having ... trouble ... writing ... anything.

I have to start my "Statement of Purpose" for three graduate schools who all want to know, "Why study here?" "What is your 'intellectual autobiography'?" "Describe your development as a writer?" and I only have--blank screens and empty pages and a vague humming in the back of my mind that sounds suspiciously like the ticking of a clock. But the clock is on steroids and the deadlines are in cohorts with Time and they're both working against--me.

Against me.

God. Give me something significant to say. Please.


I am missing people. People. and conversation.