Writer’s Block for the Ages

The words use to come daily. Freely. A flow. A flood. A gush of tumbling water. A free flow. A flashflood. A terrific torrent of words tumbling across the page. A gift. Taken for granted. The ideas from within. The ideas from without. No more. Dried up like an abandoned well. Purpose. Constantly searching for purpose. A point. A reason. Some value. A point to make. A reason to believe. Value in the written word. Painstakingly searching for those allusive

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Mother of two boys, house manager, ex-chauffeur, organizer of all things, pet proprietor.

Seeking to find my voice through the written word.

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