No Work, No Play
Over the last 4 years, the unceasing terror and unhappiness over America's adoption of a despot has frozen my work. I begin my writing day, as I always have, by reading, then picking up the pen and notebook, I think and wait for magic. All that has been there is my fear, and my confusion as to what in the world happened to this country. The relief of the election should have helped more than it has. This worries me.