There are days where words don’t easily come to me.  This is not a good thing for a writer.  I would love to be able to sit down and have words flow from me like a river.  However, the river has a problem.  An insane beaver constantly builds dams to stop the flow. 

     I no sooner break through one dam than another one crops up to cause a deep pool of wordlessness.  The insane beaver has a name.  Life.  Most days Life is kind to me. 

     However, when he wants to cause trouble he certainly can.  Those are the other days.  The days where Life doesn’t care if I want to work.  He has his own needs.  Therefore, he reminds me of them at the most inconvenient of times.  Seconds after I get rolling on a great scene he slaps his tail against my head and makes me put the brakes on.

     If you let him, he will cheat and won’t play fairly but we all know that Life is seldom fair.  If you don’t know this then you haven’t met Life.