Dear Sir,
This is not a good time. The last few weeks have been testing - in ways I am not enjoying. Sleepless nights over adverse orders, new doubts about old stands. Some pain; some anguish. Some residual grief from a past forgotten. Or so I thought.
You know how I always end my pieces with some vague messaging on how I love the hustle of the days. This wasn't one of those days. Haven’t felt one of those feelings. It was numbing. My relationship with spring in this city has always been tricky.
About the piece I missed Sir. I tried. I promise I did. In these last two weeks I have tried and failed. I wanted to turn in something topical – something in time. Like I somehow always manage to do. Something sharp with deep cuts. Something balanced. Something funny. You know my rule right — one for me, one for them. Not this time – there isn't a policy evoking that kind of emotion. No courtroom rhetoric strong enough to make the prose turn.
Is this what they call writer's block?
Do other columnists also face this?
Am I a columnist now Sir?
