Lately I feel like that archetypal writer, typing away, ripping out the paper from the typewriter, and balling up another sheet. I’ve got wads of paper around me on the floor and a serious case of writer’s block.
The thing is, when I’m not trying to tell my story, I’m telling it over and over in my head. It’s just when I sit down to write it to tell all of you, it just won’t come.
I know it will eventually. For now I’m just trying to learn to get used to my new reality, which may take a little while. Thanks for being there in the meantime.