Tangled up in pillows and blankets, I think “I’m stuck” was the first sentence my son ever uttered.
I’m feeling that way lately with this blog. I’m editing posts in my mind to the point that when I’ve opened the browser and started to write, they’ve been whittled to a sentence. When that’s all I’ve got, I tweet instead. Other posts are unprocessed, deemed too long or too personal before I’ve even typed the first letter.
I’m going to try to kick myself back into shape with a little NaBloPoMo.