Depression: September 21, 2016 I’m tired. Tired as a horse that pulled the plow then made a mad dash to the doctor and back at the end of the day. I’m tired without doing anything. I cannot speak without slurring and losing the very thought or point I was trying to make. This all […]Read more "The Battle"
It’s the bane of every writer. I stared at the paper and could not put any words on it. I took a drive up into the mountains. Stiff, scared, lost, wandering aimlessly with discontent. The Dreams, Poetry, and stories untold swirling through my brain as I agonized over curves and hills that my car didn’t […]Read more "Writer’s Block"