Once again, there’s something I want very much to write about, but can’t because other priorities have to come first. Of course, everybody’s writing about it. Thus, by the time I do write about it, it’s likely everything will already have been said. I am resigned to redundancy. It’s times like this that I envy real writers. Y’know, people whose job it is to write, and who don’t have to squeeze it into rare spare moments.