This is my crisis. I suppose after not writing for five-years, I should expect to be rusty. But it's like I've forgotten how to formulate a meaningful sentence. I can put two words together but they don't resonate. I've forgotten how the heck to plot a story and I write a single paragraph only to stare at the screen for another half-hour until I figure out what to write next. I would be better off exchanging places with my cat and let him paw something out. Actually, I wouldn't mind reading any story written by my cat. I imagine it would be a lament about the cruelties of a nearly-empty food bowl.
I'm working on the latest flash fiction challenge. I haven't written much flash fiction before. I like the challenge of it, how terse the form is. I can write a beginning and sometimes I can write an end, but what do I do here in the middle? I'm stuck there, like that song.
Does anyone else just have those days where they feel like everything they put onto the page is useless?