I Can't Even Think of a Title
It is rather befuddling to not be able to vent about not being able to find my writer-ly groove these past few days. It’s like every single writer-related muse/trick/thought in my head has declared mutiny and they are now all laughing uproariously at me behind my back. Or something. Either way, this is terribly frustrating. And befuddling. (Befuddle is a rather fun word, don’t you think?) I have a few inklings, though, as to what could have triggered all this. I’m not reading as much “good stuff” as I know I should be for starters. No, scratch that. I don’t think I’m reading enough. Nor am I doing a good job of connecting with other writers. It seems everyone is getting their “stuff” together and making connections and all that jazz and here I am, still piddling around and trying to figure out what a proper balance in life looks like for me, never mind “build a platform” and what-not. I’m 41 – am I still making all of this harder than what it needs to be? (Answer: Quite probably.)
So I sit and type, delete/cross stuff out, and try again.
It’ll come to me. Things will get sorted.