December 2017 . . . .
Sometimes the clutter of living gets so deep and snarled that it entwines my path and I cant find the way through.
A sentence so fraught as that can mean only one thing: I have a touch of writers block. It happens to every writer. OK, maybe it didnt affect Isaac Asimov, but the rest of us mortals stumble into that briar patch from time to time. For me, the block manifests itself in a way that is both insidious and ludicrous the blank page presents so many options that I cannot focus. Friends writers and not tell me that this seems a very good problem to be faced with, but to me it doesnt seem so.