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.
This month’s theme is “Giving up.” Hopefully, I’ll be able to give up my internal editor and get myself writing again.
2 thoughts on “I’m stuck”
Or you could relax into the deconstruction and see what gifts it holds.
I’m just saying…
I’m in the same space — stuck. I’m hoping spring will provide a spark. Hang in there.