I guess that I have writer’s block right now. Specifically it is in the area of getting fingers to keys, or pen to paper. Ideas in fiction writing are there. And there are topics I want to cover in blog form, but there is just the trouble of getting started.
This is probably from the events of a few weeks ago. I am still trying to process it all. So much of today’s life involves a manic state of constant arousal (non-sexual) that disallows a person to simply sit down and contemplate what is going on. Amazingly, I got home early from work today (a very very rare event) and all I could do was lay on the couch. I fought myself from picking up my phones or tablet every two seconds, but it gave me pause. I am just too plugged in all over. I have little to no time to myself to just process what is going on around me. To relax. Truly relax.
This will spark some new attempted habits I am sure. And I’ll be happy to write about them as I muddle through them.