I’ve had writer’s block all day. I’m clogged and flummoxed, cut off from my thoughts, my funny thoughts, my inane thoughts, my usual thoughts. I feel thwarted. Baffled. Stymied. I’m so distracted by thoughts of the geese we saw this morning. I can’t get to the crux of the matter. I can’t imagine Melville had writer’s block. Moby Dick, 1,946 pages. Or Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged, 1168 pages. Even Tolstoy, War and Peace, 1400 pages. Maybe they never saw geese. I’d never seen geese. They were huge. They honked. And honk, honked. They flew away, and I wanted a closer look. That wingspan. Think. Geese. Think harder. Goose. It doesn’t need to be the State of the Dog Union, just something amusing or thoughtful. One thought, please, come visit me. Someone a penny for a thought. I’m staring at a blank monitor screen. Honk, honk. Is this the end of my blogging career?
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