And Then The Bottom Fell Out
It started a couple of weeks ago, and I just had the nerve to admit it today: I have severe writer's block. It's been a scary couple of weeks; I've never experienced this before -- in fact, I haven't said anything to anyone about it until right this minute.

I did a couple of interviews, and got the pictures. And, like I have a hundred times before, I took out my notes and started to compose my articles. These are pretty simple affairs: I call it "fill in the blank" writing.

But for some reason, I couldn't do it. My notes are fine, the people were cool...but for some reason, I can't put it all together. It's like reaching for something that's not there -- and your hand isn't there, either. Scary.

I haven't even answered any e-mail or anything else. I've quit posting on my favorite message boards...I have a half-written letter to my sister...and of course I haven't written much on the blog.

I don't know what's up, but hopefully it's over. I tried to sleep tonight, but all of a sudden had the urge to write all of this. So the words are making sense to me again, and things are flowing.

Tomorrow morning, I will take out my notes one more time and try to write the articles from my notes. If I still can't do it, I'm going to just move onto different interview subjects.

Hopefully, my editors at the paper are still talking to me.