by Jas Faulkner
Writers occasionally go through periods when the energy is there, but nothing seems to gel. An idea may formulate and at first it might seem like a sound investment of creative energy. Then the harsh reality sets in that the back space key has erased nearly one thousand words in one to three hundred word increments. No loss there. It was all so much verbal sludge to be hosed away. Maybe the initial idea was good, but this just isn’t its time. I know this feeling only too well. It sums up my week in writing.
