Topless Dancer
© 1997 I walked into the topless club, frustrated and angry. For one thing, I'd had a fight with my wife, June. For another thing, I'd had writer's block. For nearly a week. Now I've watched writers with Brian Lamb and on Rolanda and those other important TV shows and I've heard authors talk about "block". I had never experienced it. Until last week. I was used to sitting down at the typewriter, thinking of a sexual experience I'd had sometime somewhere, getting a woodie,...