Alphabet writing inspiration is not happening easily in this summer heat and humidity. It has become quite the daily challenge. The tablet technology before me has morphed into a tablet of stone. I tap away at the keyboard in an attempt to craft words into some semblance of a meaningful sentence.
I wonder. Did the earliest writers, chisels in hand, ever feel as challenged by the need to carve coherent cuneiform and hieroglyphic content onto their stone tablets?