This is the fourth post I’ve started this morning, all of which resulted in no more than a paragraph or so before I felt stymied.
I’m drawing a blank. My ideas aren’t even compelling to me, and that’s saying something.
It feels like I have run out of words.
Ironically I’m also in the midst of a running slump. Related? Possibly. My best ideas are hashed out on my feet.
So, I guess you get a break.
I’m toying with jumping into “Hope Deferred” version 2.0 and giving the book a hefty revision after letting it age since spring. We’ll see.