I can’t write with shoes on. Or jeans. And this week I can’t write at all for some reason even though I tried. I stopped though because it was just sucky. I had no ideas and no writing rhythm even. Weird to have no ideas. Not so much that I couldn’t write anything down. More frustrating is that I have the urge to write something. Maybe though I should be channelling the creativity in that into something else. I can’t think of anything.