Shoe by Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly for November 01, 2015

Pound him on the back he’s stuck in neural neutral.

And here I always thought it meant a bunch of writers stacked up on a roadway to stop traffic.

Head in the cloud. Brain fog. He’s drawn a blank. Snow blind.

Facing the White Bull

That’s what happens when you let someone else do your thinking for you.

I know the feeling all too well, unfortunately.

However, I am a big fan of the S.F.D. (S*#!y First Draft) while writing.