A day or so before Christmas I woke up with pain in my right wrist.  I don’t know where it had been wandering previously, but it came upon me sleeping in the night and pounced.  Now the bottom quarter of my hand, from the muscle beneath the thumb to the outside of my wrist, hurts. …

We’re all dying.  That should not come as a revelation to anyone–if so, sorry to be your “disillusioner,” to use a Mullism.  (Mullism: n.  1. A word spawned by children’s fantasy author Brandon Mull; 2. A childish linguistic distortion that is by circumstance accepted when reason suggests it should not be; 3. The act of making…

So…. What do I say?  It always comes back to that, doesn’t it.  Any writer who ever reads this will perfectly understand this place I’m at.  We’ve all been here, where we’re staring at a blank screen or page (symbolic, we fear, of a blank mind) and don’t know how to fill it; only the nasty part is…