I figured it would be best to break out of my writer’s block by, well, writing about writer’s block. But I don’t really know what to say about writer’s block except that it sucks.
I reckon this post is an experiment to see if writing can actually break the cycle of not being able to get words out of my head and onto paper/this blog.
Three weeks ago, my Grannie had a stroke. After 9 days in the hospital, she was moved to Hospice. That’s where I’m sitting right now. Watching. Waiting. Listening. Remembering.
There’s so much in my head that I want to say. My heart has been so quiet and heavy, while my brain has been insanely busy and congested.
I’ve written some amazing posts in my head and even in vague, non-understandable notes in my journal during the 2 hour one way drive back and forth to visit my Grannie and to stay with my Mom overnight. But they haven’t gotten any further. My journal is a mess of pink sharpie scribble scrabble… words longing to jump out and be made into something pretty and readable.
Maybe now is the time to sit and translate them into real sentences.
Maybe it’s time to break out of that writer’s block and write.
Maybe I just did.