I have often said that the one thing that writers and addicts share in common is the absolute need to hit the vein.

For addicts, to hit the vein means jabbing that needle in the sweet spot to get that rush.

For writers, it's almost the same albeit not as jabby or illegal. Still, just as necessary. Until I find that vein, until I can ride that magical stream, writing is like trying to carve marble with a limp phallus.

And, friends of ink, I've been having a helluva time finding that juicy blue streak.

Still, I keep going. I try new POVs. Tilt my angle, this way and that. Until I can finally find something that shines, that sparkles that screams YES! HERE WE GO!

Because I know that rush. I know that beautiful ride when the words flow and time speeds by so that hours become seconds and before you know it, you've not only written what you wanted but that blessed finish line of THE END is almost within reach.

Unfortunately, that is not where I am now. but I'll keep on jabbing that arm until I find that vein.