Writer’s Block.

There’s an Egyptian myth that Thoth was bragging to Ra he was teaching humans to write. Ra laughed at him, explaining he was destroying human memory in the process. Thoth was the god of writing, magic, wisdom, and the moon. Ra was the Sun God. So it could have just been a misunderstanding.

I always figured if you had writer’s block, it just meant you had nothing to say. You should probably have a beer, pickaxe some ledge for a path, or practice Italian. Maybe all three. Fare attenzione!

For many years, I’ve claimed I never have writer’s block.

But reading this Egyptian myth got me thinking. About a lot of things. Memory. Meaning. Subconscious. Soul. And suddenly—seriously—I’m having trouble figuring out what I want to say.

I don’t feel blocked so much as caught in quicksand. Or, as a good friend has reminded me in many other contexts with refreshingly shocking political incorrectness: “Tar-Baby, she ain’t sayin’ nuthin’, and Brer Fox, he lay low.”

Reading that story again got me thinking. About a lot of things. Aspiration. Inspiration. Impatience. Patience. Desire. Fulfillment. Cleverness. Humility. And suddenly—seriously—I’m having trouble figuring out what I want to say.

Maybe if I go back to the ancient myths, I’ll figure it out. Many of them say that writing comes from the Gods. So if there’s a “block,” it must come from a kind of inability to…to…