Times Like These

My least favorite time to write anything is when I really have something to say.

It sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true, and this is why; when I do have something to say, that rarely if ever coincides with any desire to talk about it, which sets up a conundrum in that everything else piles up behind it. As many a apocryphal mother has said, you can only eat one bite at a time, except that would end with choking and a tragic yet easily preventable death when you have too many bites and don’t get with the program, while this just ends in not being able to talk about anything at all.

Or at least, nothing that makes much sense.

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