A Writers Problem

A writers’ problem The thing is this when you die; you can’t go back and write about it. Those, there are a few, who say they can are charlatans. We can speculate about death or write a thesis about it or we can write about near-death experiences like if a bright light a choir singing soft songs to harp music. The river of no return. When driving on the long bridge on my way to Algarve I think of the bridge falling, but it is always about survival a story to tell, the one who got away. Death is the ending of a book you read, was the book a good read, or was it boring?