I want to write, but nothing comes. Every beginning sentence seems wrong, and I find myself continuously hitting the “backspace” key, over and over. Waking up this morning, I felt today’s blog post was going to be good—maybe a poem, short story, or even song—a lead into what was to come for this semester of Creative Writing class. However, too much is going on: anger, disappointment, regret. Why am I alone on this Saturday night? Why did he not show up when we had made plans? Why do I always count on him when I know he has let me down so many times before? Couple these feelings with so much school work, and I am truly overwhelmed. My mind is bombarded with so many thoughts that I can’t possibly write anything worth creating, much less posting online for others to see.