Round about Christmas time the words just dried up. I gave up writing my blog. I could barely write my name.
I was bemoaning my fate to my wife. Forty years of struggling to be a writer had come to this, to nothing. She was sitting on the settee across from me marking a doctoral thesis on macular degeneration. She raised her eyes wearily. "You're a failure", she said, "Get over it."
I think it's called tough love. It made me laugh anyway.