A friend of mine and I had a conversation last night about what it's like to not be able to say what you want to say - what you really NEED to say - and how that almost makes you not want to write.
And yes - I have a lot I'd like to be able to say but I don't feel I can.
So things get written that are ... vague. Stuff about inertia and trajectories. Just stuff.
My friend said my writing, lately, seemed "empty, cold".
I'm sorry. I guess I'm going to have to save the good stuff for my autobiography - which will probably be available posthumously.
But there ain't gonna be no "posthumous" for a while, yet.