Tonight, I have zero ambition. I have zero inspiration. I have zero desire to write. And yet, I write. I will struggle to get my 100 words down and posted. I will struggle to find something meaningful to say. But I will do it. There has been nothing in the tank today, and I don’t know why. It doesn’t concern me, however. It is only one day. I am sure that all writers have days like this. Funny enough, I have days like this, and I’m just a wannabe. Tomorrow will be a lax day for scribing as well…work all day and a meeting at night. Hopefully a journal entry will happen when I get home from the meeting. Yup, there’s nothing here. But I beat my 100 word limit. And so I’m done.