A Pandemic of Apathy

And F Words

Photo by Rick Harris

I write for a living. I’ve been trying to get back into writing the kind of essays here that I get really jazzed about, the kind that I sit down to work on for like half an hour and when I look up five have gone by. This one comes to mind. Or this one.

But for whatever reason, it’s just not happening. I don’t really subscribe to the idea of writers block (I’ve never really been…