When did I lose the mojo?
ah, how I miss the lovely bursts of inspiration, so intense I can hardly keep up to type them down as they brush through my mind. But these days I find myself empty of all and any inspiration to write. I refuse to put just anything but the best on paper. I refuse to sell myself short because I know I can do so much more. Once more I close my eyes and I find myself under that bridge, I can feel the...