The desire to write something comes upon me in waves. Like a wave, it laps at my feet, reminding me that it’s there, while I sit immobile on the shore, engrossed in a book, or more likely, a screen. Like a wave, it recedes. It has its own rhythm: write, not write; write, not write; write, write, no – don’t write. Definitely don’t write. After all, you’ve got nothing to say.