This weekend I’m up to my ears in year-end projects that I do not want to do and have been infected by a restlessness like restless leg syndrome of the mind. My stereo refuses to play my CDs, scanning them and announcing “No disc” in the display window. I need a new player.
You’d think writing would ease my distress, but my mind won’t settle on one thing long enough to formulate a sentence much less a paragraph or an entire post. I do not usually rant here, but I’m just like every other writer — some days it just doesn’t pay to write with the intention of sharing.
I didn’t want my loyal readers to wonder what was up, with no regular Saturday post. Next week I plan to post the first part of a two-part examination of the concept of dystopia and its psychological effects. So until then….