Though I unequivocally do not believe in writer's block, some days I just don't have anything to say, which is different.
Today I don't have anything to say.
Today I've been thinking a lot about the golf swing. I have a new hypothesis about how the golf swing should feel, but I'm still new enough to the idea that I don't really have anything more to say about it than what I just said.
I've also been thinking today about the election, and about Donald Trump, and about the future of this country, but I don't want to say anything about any of that. Does anyone? I assume everyone feels like I do, that life has become like one of those weird dreams where you're asleep in the dream, and you keep trying to wake up, and you wake up, only you find that you've woken up into another dream, and again you wake yourself, and again you find yourself in another dream, and all you want to do is wake up for real and finally get out of this weird recursive purgatory. Only in this dream apparently there's no waking up.
Doesn't everyone in America feel like this?
So I'm not gonna say anything today. I'll just write a little nothing piece, keep my publishing promise, and go to sleep. And in that sleep I'll embrace whatever dreams may come.