When I Don't Want to be a Writer Anymore

“I have had the life I have had because I kept on being a barber, you might say, in spite of my intentions to the contrary.”

What is it about Sunday nights that can sometimes bring on the long, dark thoughts, the heavy-hearted wondering, the every-other-breath-is-a-sigh? By Monday morning I know I will be ready to make a to-do list for the week, ready to…