[The divulsing continues...]
I stare at a blinking cursor, hating sitting here, frustrated at my failing brain. Why can’t I think of a single good sentence?
This is the epitome of my writing life. And sometimes, so you don’t throw in the towel, though it sounds so good, you need motivation, a pep-talk from an elder to keep you going. So sometimes I read this, Ben Myers’ thirteen theses on writing, as if he is talking right to me.
But often my gullibility fails me and I don't believe that Ben Myers is actually talking to me. In this case, I have to pull a king David. I encourage myself.