'Tis a Word Affliction

I have found that lately when I sit at the keyboard, my fingers do a little dance that goes something like this:

Plunk, plunk, plunk, stutter, stop. Plunk, stop. Plunk, backspace, delete...stutter..plunk...plunk.

These faltering keystrokes lurch their way across the blank screen to create a literary flea market all abuzz and abrim with $5 bargain sentences and $1 words. I think I keep hoping I will find something of value hidden behind the squiggles and between the lines of that glorious mess.

Alas. Writer's block has afflicted me for far too long. So, I am setting forth a task to challenge myself-six stories in six weeks.