I’ve been staring at a blank screen for about six hours now.
WARNING: This illustration has nothing to do
with this piece, but we felt it needed color .
I check email, I check Facebook. I listen to old UK suites on YouTube.
But the time comes to recognize that, while many words are stewing in the crockpot, there’s nary an essay to be found.
I’m sure I’ll do something funny as hell for tomorrow, but for the last day of March, this will have to do.