Empty Pages and a Frozen Pen

I guess I'm out of the groove.

Even when I'm not typing something out, I'm usually writing in my head. I think I think more than most people, not that that's always a good thing. Thoughts tie together, sometimes tenuously, but after some time, themes emerge and everything generally just snowballs from there.

I've started, erased, and re-started this post a number of times in the last hour or so, but I just can't seem to tie everything in a nice, neat little package tonight. It was meant to be just a series of observations - some new, some old, some re-examined. My perspective on people continues to evolve. Or devolve, in some cases.

The title source is probably a giveaway.

The rest may just have to wait for the book.