Man, I am tired.

Being a writer isn't easy.  Writing about being a writer is even more difficult.

It's hard to put into words the frustration that comes from not being able to get the words swimming around in your head out on paper.

The phone, the door, text messages, barking dogs, screaming kids all are literary cock-blockers.

After a while the constant interruptions cause the ideas to somehow become "stuck up there" and they no longer flow.

I guess this is writer's block.  It really sucks.

I hope to eventually be able to support myself and my family through my own creativity and not being that much maligned computer guy that everyone makes fun of, but isn't afraid to bother for advice.

Fuck...