writer's whine

As the rain plip-plops on the aluminum window sills, I growl and grumble and feel flummoxed.

The format of the column I want to write this month is sketched in the mind, but fitting the pieces together within it is all snaggle-toothed and messy.

I do not believe in "complex subjects." I do believe that if the subject is not well-enough known it can be excused as "complex."

So I go over and over things, shortening the sentences and applying other tweaks. Maybe I am simply wrong-headed in whatever proposition I am trying to support. Some things really are just garbage.

But I persist ... and gnash the teeth I wish would close neatly.

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