Greetings to you, the few hundred people who follow this blog. I hope that my sporadic postings here are unique and cause some delight. I write now to vent some frustration at my difficulties writing stories. My muse is still with me: the sleek lady in the long leather coat will ever swish through my imagination, or hold my hand on a rare date night with my wife buttoned up in lambskin. The stress and hectic pace of the past couple years seem to have taken a toll on my creativity. I still have lots of ideas. I've had several partially written stories for my character Maxy Coates in the works for a couple years now. The time and inspiration to get them done is what is lacking. Even with some extra time to write during the recent COVID 19 pandemic I find myself staring at the screen unable to put the thoughts into words, or caught up for hours on end researching minute details on the Internet instead of moving on with the story-writing. Maybe I am just tired. I do spend a lot of time in front of a keyboard at work. Regardless, I endeavor to bring more tales of the lady in the leather coat to life, but life seems to have dulled my ability to render her beauty in words.
