Except lately. Billy Blaze has it all over me this last week. I got nuthin’. It isn’t “writer’s block”, exactly, as if I could think of something to write about, I can figure out the vocabules.
More like “Thinker’s Block”. There are some who would swear I have suffered that affliction for the vast majority of my 48 years. So, another history piece? Current events? Analysis of political landscape? I could go the Castle route and take pictures of the guns I own… but nothing is particularly interesting, like John’s stuff. No Maxim guns or rocket launchers. Tough to use those on 0.40 acres.
I will think of something, I promise, Brad. But I pulled a muscle in my head, and am listed as day-to-day.
Did I tell you I invented Handi-Wipes? Only they already had ’em.