Pilgrimage
I have a problem with writing. I know that. I can't identify exactly what the cause of it is, but one of the frustrating symptoms is that it takes me forever to go from ideas to words. This is a major liability in my profession and I need to fix it.
Last week, I went to a writing/editing workshop in Washington, DC at the Thurgood Marshall Judiciary Center to work on that problem. I may have learned something but the getting starting part seems no easier. I have a brief due at the end of the month and many, smaller projects due before that.
Still, Washington was a pleasure and an inspiration. Union Station, St. Matthews Cathedral, the Rothko Room at the Phillips Museum. My hand touched the glass that covered the Constitution. And the Bill of Rights. I read the inscriptions and stood before the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. What more can you ask for in life? I have been to my Mecca.