Sounds like a good plan.
I keep dreaming up stupider and stupider ideas for the ending of The Return of Flipka. My latest had her time traveling from 1978 to 2016 as a part of an FBI plot to stop the presidency of Donald Trump and yes, aliens were involved. Obviously I’m in a slump. If the weather were better I’d forget my writing gig and go down to the teahouse and paint. But the teahouse has no heat.
I write this sniveling, whiny post while listening to Rachmaninoff, someone so gifted that he could not possibly have ever suffered from writer’s block. Or so one would think.
Of course, he did. As a young man he needed therapy for a depression that plagued him for four years and came and went throughout his life. One of his most famous pieces, The Bells, was inspired by another famously…
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