So how are you?
Yeah, me too. So blah that I forgive you for doing this infernal question and answer thing again.
Yeah, you must be really blah to actually be forgiving.
Even that bit of sarcasm is ok with me.
What’s wrong, pussycat? I’m blah, but you seem a bit more than blah.
I haven’t written in a while. Fiction. I’m partially blocked.
What do you mean by partially?
The ideas and the stories are there. I just don’t feel motivated to follow through with them. I start them and then I abandon them.
How can you fix it, you think?
I don’t know, really. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the time of year. Maybe it’s the fact that Idris Elba still hasn’t gotten the message that I love him with the passion of a thousand suns.
Uh, ok. You and this guy, though.
Yeah, me and this guy. You got something to say?
Nope. I will quickly move on. I see those clenched fists. So you’re partially blocked. What else is going on with you?
Nothing. Ennui. Boredom. Inertia.
In other words…
The winter doldrums and the winter blues.
What are we going to do?
Wait for April, I suppose.
So it’ll be April when you do this infernal question and answer thing again, then? And not before that time? Please and thank you?
Don’t you ever change.