Elliott Smith and the Artist

I had a dialogue the other day with a friend that involved the concept of writer’s block. It was the phone talk kind of conversation, and while she was speaking, I stepped outside. The day was brisk, windy, bright, and beautiful. I thought to myself, all one has to do is step outside. With this in mind, I then declared the ailment of writer’s block to be a farce, an excuse if anything. There is so much to write about. All one has to do is step outside.