In a writing rut? Just write. Even if it doesn’t make sense, I swear it’ll somehow end up making sense. Even if it doesn’t. If that makes sense. It doesn’t have to be perfectly profound.
Some more late night rambling. (Fueled by a Mexican food feast that dreams were made of.) Hope it makes someone out there smile. Because life really is crazy, and worth smiling about regularly. Especially after green chile enchiladas.