Resistance: The battle continues

Somedays the creative urge, the storytelling impulse, the need to write, just goes away. I misplaced it the other day, just when I wanted it most. 

I looked in all the drawers in my home office, through the neglected piles of junk and stuff I should have thrown away long ago. I looked out in the garage and all through the house, but when I sat down to write, it was still missing.

The day before I looked everywhere (I thought) for a sleeve of AA batteries, couldn’t find it anywhere, and...