I’m having trouble writing these days.
I don’t think I’ve run out of things to say, necessarily.
But I just can’t settle on any one thing long enough to write.
Sometimes (all too often, really) I find myself distracted by social media (gosh, I know a lot about my friends’ kids and dogs now) or by falling down a rabbit-hole of research, a term I use loosely these days (did you know that a “jiffy” is actually 1/100th of a second?).
Sometimes I just end up staring at the cursor for a while.
This is what they call writer’s block, isn’t it?
My house is cleaner than it’s been in ages–scrubbing the windowsills and baseboards is an excellent excuse to put down the pen for a while.
I’ve read more books this year than I have in the last two combined, and that’s quite a feat, since I was a graduate student then.
This is writer’s block.
There’s something, actually a lot of somethings, that I have left to say. But the words are stuck somehow,
This is my start at dislodging them.