WAY OF LIFE

Sometimes I get frustrated at my writing here, especially as so often it seems to be only a litany of what I am doing and what I have done. It’s not the creative journaling that I envisioned from the beginning and which I managed to do for some years (on and off, obviously). I sometimes feel creatively stifled, but I know that I’m the only one that is judging. And, of course, the one doing the stifling, if that is really what it should be called. It’s like writer’s block of the creative kind. I can still write but only...