What's it all about? Every so often, we have to stop and look at ourselves. What it is that we've made of ourselves, what we're made of, and how we integrate (or not) with the world around us. When we can't make it work it might be considered as a "writer's block", but it is our life which is the story we've stopped writing. The old cure for a writer's block is to write something, anything, so as to have something to change. But life isn't so arbitrary, our actions can cause harm, and so, not wanting to cause a disaster, we find ourselves back at square one. That's why it is nice to have friends, or at least someone to bounce things off of. That might be why bloggers (we the afflicted) write. To get a reflection, a grounding. To let others know who we think we are, and to find out what others think of us. It's all a complicated mess, but you work on it- maybe in conversation over coffee in a bookstore. Then, perhaps a week or a month later, it dawns on you. Someone else thinks of you as a fine person. They think that your struggle, like their own, is a grand, sprawling, imperfect-yet-worthwhile effort. And they, like you, will continue writing the Great Novel, every day a page, every month a chapter, and on and on and on.
It's true, you know.
But the next time, the coffee is on me.