Musing

So much to write. So little time.

In which I issue an apology to any number of people I may have wronged and, in so doing, (I hope) clear up an unfortunate and lengthy case of writer’s block.

My fellow humans disappoint me. Unspeakable violence reverberates. The world is made badly.

There’s a not insignificant part of Donald that likes being spanked by Nancy.

I’ve been writing a LOT less lately. Some thoughts about why that might be.

My crystal ball works….

Sometimes I wonder what I’m supposed to do.

I’m finding it challenging to write. My internal censor has been very active lately.

Heal my broken country.

It’s easy to get confused about what I’m doing when I think, when I write, when I speak, when I act.