The words I cannot write today
With *waves hands vaguely at everything* I can’t seem to do what I love at the moment.
I was supposed to write an election-related post today. It was a cool idea I was excited to write. But when I sat down this morning to write it, the words just wouldn’t come forth.
This is not the first time lately that this has happened to me. For a professional writer like me, it’s very concerning, to say the least.
The truth is I’m a mess. The state of my apartment is disgusting, with dishes piling up in the sink, takeout bags next to my couch and a box for some shelves I put together weeks ago still laying on my living room floor.
When I woke up this morning I hadn’t showered in a week and honestly… anyone who smelled me could probably tell.
But that’s the thing, I haven’t been close enough to anyone I know to catch my aroma since March, so what is the point in even making an attempt?
The combination of the impending election, my current unemployed/freelancer status, and a lack of health insurance — stacked on top of a global pandemic that’s kept me locked up in my apartment for the last eight months — has officially beaten me.
