I can't write.
For as long as I can remember I saw myself as a writer, even if it wasn't going to be my primary occupation. I don't know when it happened really, but somehow gradually I stopped writing. I think it may be that the only thing in my adult life I have written is my father's obituary.
I have always been my father's daughter. He was an author, and that's what I was going to be too. I wrote and wrote in elementary school, then in middle school and then in high school. It's like a piece of my identity is missing.
So here I sit to see if I can find some scrap of something worth saying. And just like each day before, as my fingers touch the keyboard, nothing.
