I’ve never believed in writer’s block. I always maintained that it was an excuse for not putting the butt in chair, and doing the work. That was until a few days ago, because when I sit down to write, the words aren’t coming.
I’m very close to finishing a book, and when I do it will be dedicated to my brother. But I don’t know when the words will come again. That’s frightening.
The last conversation I had with Dennis, he said he was struggling with finishing his works, too. I’m hoping we figure this out together.