All right; I’m taking a break from blogging about weird historical things and writing in general to indulge in a musical (more or less) interlude about one of the great problems facing mankind. I am speaking, or course, about writer’s block. It was a problem before, but now with untold thousands writing the Great American Novel/thriller/mystery/romance/western/erotica, the problem has grown exponentially. Like the great folk singers of the 1960s, I believe that instead of actually doing something about a problem, it’s so much easier and enjoyable to just sing about it. You get to feel self-righteous without any of the messy work involved in earning it.
So here it is in music video form.
Recently, The Eastern Shore Writers Association held its monthly meeting in Rock Hall, Maryland and asked members to write and perform their own songs. The theme was the Chesapeake Bay, so, naturally, I wrote about something completely unrelated.