Honestly, sometimes writing is like thrashing in a rip. No idea is a good one. I can’t concentrate. Then I get frustrated with myself, which makes it even harder to write... I have found that if I’m struggling to get anything coherent out, usually one of two things has happened, so therefore one of two things needs to happen.
Love Letters: to those who won’t know
I’m fifty posts in now. I remember distinctly what it felt like to set up this website and start writing. What made me finally do it?