Ever have those days where you have to drop a major #2 off at the repository known as the toilet and it simply does not come. You know that discomfort? Think of it in writing now, because that’s where I have been for a while.
I’ve gotten much better at understanding what I am feeling and generally why, enough so that writing would help to heal the wounds. The trick of it is that when I am sitting with the intention of writing, the cathartic release doesn’t happen because I have to struggle to get a little out. I push and push but nothing comes in. Creative laxative would help if I had something that worked in that way.
Oh well. I guess I’ll just keep pushing.