It mocks me. It whispers bits of inspiration that are too muffled to discern. Brilliance eludes. Palettes of words, ready to be blended into clever phrases and thought-provoking... I am at a loss. My brush has smeared words across this canvas that I cannot morph into “happy little” whatevers. Lines and erasures mar the once … Continue reading Curse of the Blank Page
Confessions of a Fountain Pen
I’ve told many stories over the years, some good, some bad, some incomplete...
