I have so much written and saved in the drafts. So much of it is so incredibly heavy. Grief laden or social justice demanding. It’s what flows most easily from my head and heart right now.
I need to find more ways to break it up. It’s not exactly good for me I don’t think. And I can almost guarantee it’s too much for the few people who pop in here. But I’m finding myself unable to write about much else. A unique kind of writers block…
Sure, I’ve hammered out a few fluffy pieces on things I’m excited about. I wrote what I hope will be a well received tribute to my cat last night. I have a bunch of ideas saved. Road trip stories and maybe a mini journal series “From the Mouths of Babes” detailing the best quotes from the kids I’ve worked with over the last few years. I’m working on a piece about all the ways I’m turning into my mom, that I truly never thought would happen, but I couldn’t be happier about now.
And while some of these will come out eventually. I AM reeeaaaaalllllyyyy struggling to actually type sit and put my fingers to the keyboard on any of them. Perhaps because the grief and social justice work are truly never ending, never resolved, and so very present in the media and the city around me. Which is okay, it’s the way it is.
I guess I’m just curious if anyone else has ever had selective writers block before.
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