Welcome to Musing Interruptus. After a brief hiatus of writer's block, I am overwhelmed with ideas. Writer’s block is a terrible ailment. I thought I would never imagine anything, ever again. Terminal writer’s block. It wasn’t so. And that is all I have to say about that.

Now, I want to write about desire, seduction, and feminism, I want to write about true love among friends and family, the fragility of life, and the importance of leaving it all on the line when it comes to living and loving. What can I tell you, we are reminded how short life is, every day. Whether it is war, a pandemic, a horrible illness, or simply the feeling of how fucking unfair life can be, we know there is an egg timer and the oven won’t be able to hold us forever. Are we rising? Did someone open the oven door ahead of time? Are we a perfect loaf of bread or has t ...