Wallowing in the Writing Mud
On that Piece of Writing that Keeps Giving You Fits
Sometimes my writing flows across the keyboard like a babbling brook, while the birds of my idea world sing a coherent tune in my head. Other times, my fingers become mired in the muck of my swamp-brain and the argument that fails to materialize. Instead of smart solutions for getting out of the mud, today I'm offering a kindred spirit. It's sometimes just comforting to know that others, too, spend time wallowing.