COLUMBIA — Nothing.
I have been staring at the computer screen for three days waiting for something to come from my fingers. But the magic seems to be missing. With cold and flu season about to descend on the middle of Middle America, I have come down with the worse illness of all for a columnist — writer’s block.
I sat through the special session, watching the GOP fragment under the Gray Dome, or grey dome, depending on which side of the aisle one sits. I watched the national party split into its right-wing right-wingers and the moderates who seem to remember what politics is all about — negotiation and compromise. Nothing.
Syria has been written about ad nauseam, and we are waiting, ever waiting for the U.N. to do something, anything to stop the gassing. Nothing.
There is the shooting at the Navy Yard in Washington, D.C., but it not the ease at which the shooter bought the shotgun, but the ease that he allegedly took another weapon from someone in the facility. And there goes the argument about armed citizens preventing mass shootings. Nothing.
I am more concerned about the suicide of teens in mid-Missouri, the hurt and anger that was within. I understand the hurt that is involved in at least attempting to take one’s own life, so I can empathize.
The excitement in the news is the floating of the Costa Concordia off its rocky ledge, a feat of physics and engineering. It was a seemingly successful $1 billion operation to bring what remains of a city on the seas to salvage without causing any additional pollution to the Italian coast.
I am concerned about my friends in Colorado. I lived in Denver for more than 25 years and know the valleys west of Boulder and Loveland very well. I have seen flooding on Clear Creek and the Big Thomson River before, but this is unprecedented. Fortunately, those I know in Greeley, Loveland, Fort Collins and Boulder are alive, well and a bit damp. Two homes lost and a lot of water damage in basements, but my friends live on high ground.
Maybe next week I can focus on something more important than my writer's block, such as the implementation of Obamacare and the costs to older Missourians. Not old enough for Medicare, we could see premiums as high as my take-home salary. That is important.
Come to think of it, maybe it's not writer's block at all. Instead it might be writer's overload — too many issues, too many disruptions, too many information bombardments to focus on just one. Let's hope the log-jam full of ideas breaks through soon.
David Rosman is an editor, writer, professional speaker and college instructor in communications, ethics, business and politics. He writes a weekly column for the Missourian.