I'm out of words.
I used to look at my personal writing as a sort of therapy. The fact that I no longer do it -- in any form -- is either a sign that I'm whole and well or that I'm not inclined towards introspection anymore.
I write all the time for work, so for a long time I used to simply say, "I'm out of words." That was my excuse.
The words were all used up.
If I'm not writing non-fiction blog posts for Food Renegade, then I'm writing self-published fiction.
After that, there are no words left for me.
No words left with which to understand myself.
After the betrayal I felt by the ladies of St. John and my priest there, I no longer have any desire to write *anything* personal for the public eye. Even my fiction, which is fairly popular, is done under a pseudonym because I feel it reveals too much about me.
So, I'm not sure what all this means, if anything.
There is a small part of me that misses it -- that misses writing about my kids, writing about my quiet moments, writing about The Big Questions. So maybe I'll do it again.
Maybe I won't.
"Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
~ Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne
I write all the time for work, so for a long time I used to simply say, "I'm out of words." That was my excuse.
The words were all used up.
If I'm not writing non-fiction blog posts for Food Renegade, then I'm writing self-published fiction.
After that, there are no words left for me.
No words left with which to understand myself.
After the betrayal I felt by the ladies of St. John and my priest there, I no longer have any desire to write *anything* personal for the public eye. Even my fiction, which is fairly popular, is done under a pseudonym because I feel it reveals too much about me.
So, I'm not sure what all this means, if anything.
There is a small part of me that misses it -- that misses writing about my kids, writing about my quiet moments, writing about The Big Questions. So maybe I'll do it again.
Maybe I won't.
"Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
~ Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne