Malaise

I suppose if I looked hard enough at the daily news - Trump, tariffs, the Women's World Cup - I could find something to talk about here . . . but I'm in sort of a funk right now, and I don't mean I'm feeling like Bootsy Collins.  I feel more like Phil Collins . . . when he's singing a ballad.

I've had some bad breaks this past month, along with the return of a problem that I thought I'd licked, and I'm too emotionally exhausted to go into details about them.  Besides, I've learned the hard way that talking about your personal problems online is not a healthy way to deal with them (and learning is the only thing you should ever do the easy way).  Suffice to say that I feel utterly uninspired when it comes to writing anything, and it may be awhile before I write anything of substance for awhile.

Nevertheless I'll try to solider on with this blog, just as I have or nearly seventeen years, and try to find something to inspire me to write about it . . . or maybe I'll write more about the lack of inspiration I'm feeling.    I will say that, due to a sudden change of fortune I have to put my professional writing career on ice for awhile and figure out what I'm going to do next.  Hopefully, I'll figure something out in due time.  But for now, expect me to post here less often.