Writer's block

Making art can feel like trying to get off an island.

You use found objects and you piece them together to see what fits and what can float and what might take you out there in the water, above the stuff that wants to eat you alive, to a place where you can connect with other people — a place where if you yell, someone will hear you.

I've spent the evening trying to put together a raft, but nothing's sticking.

I'm not discouraged, though. There's still time.