There I was at Writer’s Group, staring at a blank piece of paper and unable to write a word that made any sense at all. I’ve been in the group for a while. There’s no pressure to perform. The plan works like this. We gather at a pub room and then a subject is given. We then have some time to write to the subject. I found it impossible last night. As everyone else, there were about 12 in the group, typed and scribbled away I found it quite impossible to think of anything worthwhile. So I fell back on … Continue reading Writing dries up, drawing warms up.