THE LOST TRAIL

摘要

Some writers used to drink when the words didn't come. Now we have the internet. Whenever I get stuck writing, instead of sliding open the bottom drawer with the whiskey bottle, I load up The New York Times or Politico, check my email, or, when all else fails, start Googling old acquaintances. Most of us have done it. What ever happened to that bucktoothed kid from third grade? There he is, grinning at you from the computer screen-balding, paunchy, mustachioed-and you're reading about his lake cottage, his wood-turning hobby, his Danube cruise, his grandchildren, his cats.