I am back after a long hiatus. I am squeezing words out of my brain like orange juice from a lemon—with no hope of achieving the desired result. But nonetheless I force myself to type one letter after another. This week I was alarmed to discover, having for some months now not bothered to put my thoughts into words, that I don't know how to do it anymore. My writing muscle has atrophied. This won't do at all.
My one or two loyal fans can expect from this point onwards to be dazzled with scintillating prose on a weekly basis. I commit myself to one post minimum per week. If I do not deliver, may I be pilloried in the court of private opinion.
