Here's the deal.
And I have been for a while. I've spit out a few pieces over the past months but nothing to cause pride.
A good friend, a writer, once told me that writer's get blocked because they are fighting something and the block will continue until the struggle ceases.
I think I've figured out what I'm ramming my head against. Maybe tomorrow the struggle within will cease. But not today.
Of all days, not today.