The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
--Ecclesiastes Chapter 1, Verse 9
I am suffering now from the bane of all writers. A diabolical psychological condition that can render a man's career lifeless and his hand limp. There is nothing more insidious to the soul of a writing man than the shadow that now looms over my very being. For now I stand in the footsteps of writers both great and small, as they have encountered this same beast. It is with the outcome of this battle that fortunes are won and lost. Those who have attained victory have won greatness, and those who have tasted defeated have been blasted from the public eye. I speak not of any physical ailment, for those all have their counter in Hippocrates's science. No, I am writing now of more subtle and debilitating malady that originates from one's very essence. I have chosen to give my malady a name and that name is Ecclesiastes Syndrome. Some others, more literally minded, might choose to call this affliction by it's common name, writers block. As such there shall be no blog post this week. I hope to discover a cure for this peculiar ailment in time to have a blog up for next week. Please forgive me my humble readers, and thank you for your support.
