When grief is in the driver’s seat.
In terms of writing, I’ve been stuck for what feels like several months now, unable to let my words flow freely.
Seems every time I try to complete a new post, I end up editing and cleaving the words until I abandon the effort altogether, adding yet another dead file to the swelling morass of my unpublished drafts.
I hate this, and I never use the word hate.
As a writer, this is demoralizing and somewhat terrifying. I’ve never had writer’s block before, and perhaps that’s what this is. It doesn’t really feel like a…