The Wall

I have a post for today.


It's written out and everything. Even semi-well-supported. No pictures, but hey, win some -- you know how it goes.


It's about writing. About the dynamic between obligation and inspiration. Timely, too, because a couple of other writing blogs I follow have hit on this recently - an actual coincidence, but a cool one.


But.


There's always a but.


Something happened this week.


I don't know what it was. I can look at my productivity across all areas of my life, though, and see the same trend: down. I retrace my steps and find the most ridiculous mistakes. I keep forgetting things. Motivation is Zero. 


Every time I sit down to write, I edit, or wander away, or sleep, or come up with something else to do.


I feel like there's a rock between my ears instead of a brain. There are things I want to say, but the words fall into some dark space between neurons and fingertips. Probably the place where socks go when they don't come out of the dryer.


On the bright side, change is in the air. 


Today is already better.