I am in a funk--a dark, gloomy funk. I feel as though my mind and body has inexplicably metamorphosed from flesh and bone to solid, gray lead, leaving me feeling heavy and sluggish.
It's a dreadful feeling.
The creative juices have also ceased to flow. I have spent the last few minutes thinking about what to write and attempting to jot down thoughts and ideas only to discard them mid-sentence.
So much effort.