If you follow my blog, you've probably noticed that I haven't written in a few days.
Most of the time, I have stories brimming in my head that I'm desperate to get out.
My blog has served as a tool encouraging me to get out of my head and into the world...allowing me to better understand myself and to minimize over analyzing themes.
But lately, every time I've gone to write, I'm met with a blank stare or a full body exhaustion that says, "not now, rest, consume, don't expel, there's nothing of significance here." And to be honest, that makes me sad.
This post marks my 200th entry in eight months of hosting the blog...and so, I believe in my heart that I enjoy writing, that I'm motivated to put thought to paper (so to speak), and the commentary from all of you has been more than heartening.
So, what's wrong? Where am I? Maybe this is a normal part of the process? To feel derailed...to feel minimal...to feel that the words are just words...and maybe aren't necessary to be shared.
I'm not sure. Either way, I'm slugging through and waiting to see what emerges. My hope is more creative juice...something more to chew on....something to keep me afloat.
The beauty of writer's block.