Writer’s Block and the Good Hard Thing

I was certain I had writer’s block.

I had a spare hour and a half before I had to be somewhere.The good writer who hangs out on one of my shoulders told me this was the perfect time to make some progress on my new project.

But that wasn’t the only writer talking. There was abad writer on myother shoulder. He told me I had writer’s block. There would be more time to writein the afternoon. I’d just had a big writing day the day before, so I needed some recharge time.I hadn’t gotten to play vide...