Nothing. Again. Nada.

I suppose this is what writers (real writers, mind you) refer to as “writer’s block.” Seated comfortably in front of the computer screen, a steaming cup of black coffee to my left and the soft glow of the morning sun streaming in through the open windows, I cannot help but continue to stare at a blank screen. Every now and again a wonderful first line  appears from thin air, as though divined by the Gods, only to transform itself into mediocrity the minute those very words are captured.

My wife is what I would consider a “real writer.” Unlike myself, with a background firmly rooted in the sciences and finance, her background is in literature, post-modern literary criticism, materialist feminism and the politics of discourse, the condition of postmodernity and the paralysis thereof, and other pretentious sounding words strung together so as to impart an air of importance. (As an aside, when did a liberal arts education abandon classicism and well-roundedness in favor of these made up phrases?) Though she’s now more apt to write about her experiences baiting, capturing, and filming squirrels than she is to dissect Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus, she is, undoubtedly, a writer.

So I’m no poet. Fine by me; that was never a dream of mine. All I’d like to do is be able to sit down each morning and write a single post, 500 words in length, that somehow or other would advance the objectives that this Lake of the Ozarks site. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? Comment upon the news, speak of the obstacles in entrepreneurship, provide fresh analysis on the dynamics of the market, announce new services, etc. Well, right now there isn’t any news that would be of significant interest to non-Camdenton County residents, I have written at length about the missteps I’ve taken along the road, and this site doesn’t currently have any new services to announce (in large part because there are no services). The fresh analysis, however, is an idea with merit.