Lately my brain seems to be entirely disconnected from my fingers when it comes to writing. No problem with reading, absorbing and thinking about things – but when it comes to writing about them? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Same for this site and the same for Twitter on my other account as well. Pretty much silent there. An echoing cavern of nothingness.
I’m not exactly angsty about it, or worried in any way. I certainly haven’t embraced the share everything ethos that’s for sure.
But I like the act of writing. I like it when it goes well. I like it when it comes easy.
It’s just none of that right now, and that’s pretty frustrating.
But you have to keep doing it. Even just a little bit.