Writer’s Block Happens

Sometimes I have the worst time of it.

I can stare at the blank page for hours, days, weeks. Other times the thoughts flow out into my fingers like water and I can't write fast enough. I haven't written a thing in weeks. Not even a grocery shopping list. These are the times I find it best to simply recharge, and hopefully reflect and, cash willing, explore. Today someone wrote me he thought I had an "old soul." I think perhaps this is true. I find myself forever hearing the faintest whispers of the past. The whispers seem louder in certain places for me, at rivers and crossroads.

They speak to me.