January 2014

I believe that most writers have an endless fountain of creativity.  For them, ideas spring to mind and continue into their work without any effort. I imagine them sitting atop an almost unstoppable flow of well thought-out arguments, witty observations, and amazing fiction that covers a wide range of topics. That's not me. My creativity oozes out like molasses.  Or maybe like the goo left behind a snail when it traverses the lawn.  It's pretty useful stuff but there isn't a whole lot of it.  In fact, my creativity oozes so slowly that if I divert the flow even a [...]