Had I still been using a typewriter, there would be a pile of balled up, partially typed pages surrounding my desk. I thought I had a good piece written, but then not quite. It was reworked, altered, I paraphrased another writer, tried to add wit which only seemed forced, moved paragraphs…no, lead sentences…no…start again. I thought this column would be about barren ground, earth laid fallow and exposed. I wanted to tell you about how it’s not natural to create... Read more