It feels like sitting in front of a screen, wondering about the meaning of life, and not being able to put any of it into words. It feels like endless rabbit trails of researching the effects of SPF and watching screaming goat videos and taking stupid quizzes to see what kind of pizza topping I am most like in order to avoid opening my drafts and working. It feels like browsing the explore tab on Instagram to avoid even writing…
There are days when inspiration just spills out of my brain, and witty and engaging posts practically write themselves, complete with illustrations. I love those days, and sometimes I’ll write several posts at once and schedule them for the following weeks. And then there are weeks like this one. I think and I think, and sentences refuse to form in my head. My imagination is a desolate desert, all wit flees, inspiration dries up, and I sit like a lump…