In All The Right Places - 1986

It was nearing the end of an unfruitful day. My mind had drawn a blank as it had done for the last three days.

The words just wouldn't flow as they had done in the past, finding that magic pathway to my nimble fingertips

which now lingered over the keys like so much dead meat.

I call myself a writer, I thought, but I felt more like a zombie drifting off into a dead-end void.

As I looked up towards the darkened walls of my room, the rectangular imprint of the blank white pages in front of me