Help me. Writer’s block sets in slowly and as unpredictably as does productive bursts of semi-genius. Rare is the latter,
By Saturday morning the removal of another 6.5 liters of fluid drain from me like a waterbed by one of three periocentesis experts, whom I’d met just a year prior right on the same date who came in to poke a hole in my right lower abdomen and guided by an ultrasound and his body of knowledge he said, I swear, “let’s drain you dry.” And drain I did to 15 lbs of relief.
The blank page: at times a writer’s inanimate nemesis. The written output, the writer’s words lend themselves to an infinite
In which our heroine finds herself clutched in the monster’s filthy, razor sharp claws, afraid for her life. Introduction: The