Mudo. For the past couple of days I’ve been just that. Silent. Unable. Unwilling perhaps. To say much of anything at all. Every time I’ve tried to sit down and think about writing something cohesive, or at the very least putting a few words together that made any kind of sense at all -“good enough” to share with Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, this website, and by extension with you – I’ve just come up with …nothing.
Not a damn thing at all.
Why? I haven’t the slightest clue. But that’s just where I’m at right now.
I guess you could say I’m shooting blanks. I’m 33 years old, going on 34, and I’m shooting blanks!