Taking a sledgehammer to the hardened mass that is Writer's Block
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Coming back home was a mistake. I knew it the moment I boarded that train. I knew it as soon as I stepped back into that house, greeted by dozens of blank, unwelcoming stares. But I didn’t have much choice in the matter, did I?
I stumbled upon a proposition. It was an idea so stupid, so idiotically presented that it couldn’t possibly work but it also couldn’t possibly not be tested.
It's an age-old problem: How can I be original in a sea of content? How can I possibly create a new, fresh idea when all the good ideas seem to be taken? Or, worse yet: What can I do to prevent my original idea from appearing in some other story before I'm finished writing it?
A poem.
Coyote Songs is a revenge story. It's many stories, of the horror of living and the injustice of surviving beneath the ever-present boots of colonizers. It is an epic, a tale of cultures clashing against la frontera in an eternal struggle that seems destined to repeat itself without ceasing.
