There it is, that blinking line– the cursor flashing black on the white page. You sit and stare, wishing it would go away. No, wishing that it would move on its own to produce line after line of exquisite prose; something reminiscent of Joyce, or Woolf in its complexities and implications. But instead, the line … More On Defeating Writer’s Block
Yesterday something amazing happened. I was driving home from work, the open road—well, the road and hundreds of other cars were ahead of me, and my mind started to drift. For once it wasn’t about the groceries I needed to buy, and the cat I needed to clean up after. No, I had the seedling … More Wham Bam, Thank you Ma’am… for that inspiration, I mean.