I found an old picture of me hugging a tree that I hoped might inspire some philosophical brilliance.
The photo quality was crap so I thought working on it would buy me time to conjure up some masterful words of wisdom.
I spent an hour playing with painting effects in an attempt to create an 'artistic' look.
You know what they say, "you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear" - or as Pat says, "you can't polish a turd" - both of which are right.
So here I am stuck. Without words, an unpolishable turd of a photo and a commitment to write daily till November the 3rd. What to do, what to do.
Perhaps if it stops raining tomorrow, I just might go outside to hug a tree and see if that'll help transform the sticking point in me.
What do you do to become unstuck?
Until tomorrow, um... errr... hmmm...