I have no more excuses. I need to write something. Tonight is the weekly Ready Or Not meeting, and as usual I have nothing to read to the group. I had planned to present the next installment(s) of Seaton's Journal, but I have writer's block. I know where the story is going, but the words are getting stuck somewhere between my brain and the keyboard.

And then there's always the nagging doubt... is there any point in writing Seaton's story? Or in the bigger scheme of things, why bother writing anything at all? Why not just shut down the computer and go for a walk in the fresh air, instead of cooping myself up in a darkened room with my face glued to a glowing screen? Don't I do enough of that at the office?

I've had three coffees, but all the caffeine in the world can't squeeze another sentence out of this cubicle dweller's brain.