Grrrghhh It’s Hard
Writing while my brain is still high on covid
Keith called my family his “side family” and I died. I thought it was so clever and hilarious. It also made me a little sad.
I used to be so easily clever and funny. Writing was like breathing to me (even if publishing and self-promotion were decidedly NOT). It came easily. Words would spew forth from the tip of my pen. Some of them were even VERY good.
I am these days, more often than not at a loss for words. And when they come, they are tiny hard things. Nothing flows easily. Nothing spews.
I’ve been writing over on the newsletter platform these days. I have hardly any subscribers and only 3 of them are paid subscribers. It will take time to build anew.
This platform is failing me in all but one way. I do have a handful of followers here. I’m grateful to every last one of you. You are the only reason I haven’t completely given up writing here.
I am failing this platform as well.
Rather, my sluggish and constipated brain is failing me. I really struggle to write often enough to do well here. I went from publishing daily or even several times daily to publishing a few times a year.
Keith, the clever one, told me this morning that it was because my brain is still high on covid. It’s…
