Two weeks ago I quietly celebrated my fortieth birthday. I wanted to not succumb to the old cliches about 'midlife crisis' etc, but it looks like I got hit with it anyway. Well, not really a crisis, but a pervasive contemplation of what I have accomplished thus far in my life. Let's just say it did not fill me with pride or satisfaction.
Hence the writer's block. Lots of ideas are swirling in my head, but they are too helter-skelter. I cannot seem to lift my hands to type right now.