Writer’s Block
I did not plan to have writer’s block today. It arrived unannounced, like a relative with dietary restrictions and emotional needs. I made coffee. I stared at the mug. The mug stared back. Neither of us had anything to say.
By 8.40 a.m., I had adjusted the chair height four times. I sharpened a pencil I do not use. I rearranged my browser t…
