I seem to have fallen into a bit of a first for me. Namely, an industrial strength writing funk. Odd.
The temptation is to blame my hand problems, but they haven’t flared up much the past few days. No, this is a good old-fashioned case of inability to focus on any given subject long enough for it to be committed to print.
Not that ideas aren’t piling up faster than Democrats deciding to not seek re-election this year. Perhaps that’s the problem: too many ideas.
Or perhaps I’m burned out on writing and need to give it a rest for a while.
I don’t know.
Hopefully I’ll get this figured out and sorted out soon so I can get back to it.
Or at least leave a “gone fishin’” sign on this modest little waystation on the information superhighway’s front door.
