Sorry about yesterday. Sometimes I sit down to write, turn the processor on, hit the go button, and nothing comes out. The power's out. I struggled with a piece for a few hours, but the longer I struggled with it the worse it got.
The opposite happens sometimes too. I'll sit down with no idea what I'm going to write about and it it all magically comes together and I create something that people seem to enjoy. You never know what you're going to get. This is my twentieth year of doing this—I'm very accustomed to the patterns, the way it plays out, the warp and woof. This just happens from time to time. No big deal.
Back to work!
Mike, Director of Publications
I too would love to abort and have a do-over of yesterday. That miasmic cloud might have extended far beyond upstate New York.
Posted by: Henning | Thursday, 09 January 2025 at 11:10 AM