Still, with the writer’s block? Yes, very much so I’m afraid. I can’t seem to get my mind straight and its driving me crazy. Imagine if you suddenly for no reason were not able to do something that you love and live for. Because I do, love the art of writing even though I’m not quite sure it you can see that in my work. I’m no Hemingway, Miller, Bukowski and certainly no Burroughs. I’ll probably never get remotely close. Most people never do despite years of research, passion and hard work. It’s not quite fair, is it, the allocation of talent. Some people are able to write, paint or compose a masterpiece with virtually no (relatively) experience whatsoever. Apparently or very much so actually I’m not what you’d call a natural. All my progress and achievements however slight that they might be I had to work for. Sometimes I get a little inspiration, more inspiration than I’m usually blessed with. Mostly I get that from studying the work of others. The most easily accessible stuff is on the internet, websites such as lauritz.com have saved me on numerous occasions. But it could be anything.