I spent the last five hours trying to write. Writer’s block has a hold on me and I can’t shake it off. I have come up with every excuse imaginable to not even try. I usually draw my inspiration from being outside in my garden, but it is too cold. This morning, I got up too late and lost the “quiet time” that I know is required to do this. The noise level in my house is huge, with teenage musicians and their electric guitars and dogs barking at imaginary visitors. Continue reading →