I'm over at Stiletto Gang this week with a post called "An Hour in the Life of a Writer," a humorous look at how I've spent many a writinghour doing everything except writing. In fact, by the progress I sometimes make, or lack of it, you'd think I was an amateur. My creative wheels can spin relentlessly, powered by real desire to tell a story,yet I canstaystuck deep in theSands of Dearth. It's easier to go do the laundry or play with the cat or nuke mycoffee for the tenth time. I write