The Backhanded Blessing

Just wasn’t feeling words yesterday.

Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my fingers around a single one.

Yep, hang the old “Failure lives here” sign back outside my front door. Listen to it squeak and whine in the wind, singing my malfunction to the passing world…

Well, isn’t that a sucky attitude?

Maybe the words were wise to hide.

Bottom line: Sometimes writer’s block is a backhanded blessing.

Until tomorrow…


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