I’m stuck. I’ve been writing all semester about race, even came up with a fiction story that began to investigate the topic. Today, as I sit to write my paper about my experience with race, I’m stuck. I thought about doing some writing exercises (this is one of them), I took a walk and I read some of a great book The Way of Ignorance by Wendell Berry. Despite all these attempts to jolt my thoughts I’m still here, staring at an under stimulating outline.