Day 2071 – Day 2088
I am overdue for a post. There is much that I could write about, whether it be my observations of the collective or of myself. Yet, there is little that I wish to share. I sit at the computer, a little bit stuck. When I first started creative writing after a long absence, I set myself the task of writing 250 words a day. I could sit at my page for 2 hours or write 250 words – whichever came first. Only then was I free wander with my camera.
I’m too busy to spend 2 hours not writing. I’ve got a tax return to prep and loads of work to do; 250 words it is. And there, I get stuck. I have no story to offer as I’m in the middle of unravelling a ball of yarn in my intuitive mind, that is tangled. What it will reveal is anyone’s guess. There’s a lot of fear in the collective right now but this is not fear. It is something else. Something I’ve never felt, before. For it, there are yet no words.
I’m grateful to Sutton Hospital for teaching to pace my energy and to always set a low bar that I could meet even on the worst of days, and that I have applied this to writing. I’m grateful to the reader for indulging my creative process. I have nothing of wisdom to offer at this moment; But, I do have 250 words.