For some reason I found myself talking to a few of my writer friends – one after the other they complained that they haven’t been writing lately, that they have nothing to say, that they are too busy coping.  Then I got a call from a writer who has been bedridden for over a decade. He’s publishing a book.  

It was comforting to know that there are other writers feeling as frustrated as I am, and good to know that someone – a good writer – is succeeding.