Close your eyes and picture the person whom you hate most in the world.
Now open them.
Right now.
Any minute now.
Seriously, right now.
Oh wait. You can't read with your eyes shut. We reach an unpleasant juncture, then. I with absolute power, you with your eyes closed, trying to read. I wonder what you see there on the other side of my magic mirror, reading with your lids down. Is it better than what I write? I'd wager yes, but I'd also like to know what it is. Oh well. Oddness abounds.
So, the point is, I want to write again. I haven't done any writing in a long, long time. I love to tread water, but now my arms are tired and I need to drown a little.