WRITING: Introspection

It seems I want what I have sadly little talent for.  And while I press on to learn the new, the varied forms of narrative to find something I can settle into, I’m only shoveling out more paths that lead to nowhere.  The shoveling is hard work, the learning of new means and methods to tell story.  The program tools that are beyond my level of sophistication in my writing make it a trying of my talents, skills and limits.  Maybe it’s all just window dressing and a sham; maybe you just can’t make, they say, a silk purse from a sow’s ear.