lately, i've been rather wordless, in a weeklong writer's block. do you ever feel like your mind is stuffed, but moving at a most desultory, downtrodden speed? total linguistic lassitude. you have a jar full of good words, but when you dump them out, they don't seem to fall into that precious extra state of matter -- the sentence -- quite right. ideas that haven't found a voice are precious, but very hard to handle. they unravel with ease, and slip off in the night when you fall asleep thinking, i'll write that one down…tomorrow.