writer’s block

I’ve been neglecting the chase after Nana for weeks now, for several reasons:
(a) I allowed myself to be enticed into briefly resurrecting an earlier incarnation as a journalist. My latest and what’s most likely my final effort in the genre is now available at the Carlsbad Current Argus.
(b) The 40th anniversary of the fall of Saigon, coincidental with the triumph of the new caliphate in the Mideast and followed closely by Memorial Day (a sadder occasion than Dia de los Muertos) left me too depressed to write. It occurs to me that in my lifetime this country has never won a war. I blame my own feckless and self-indulgent generation.
(c) Most important, I’m still struggling with Chapter 13, the final chapter in Nana’s epic. Too many loose ends to tie up, and more important, some larger sense to be made of the whole story.

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