On Writing Experiments and Birthdays
I’ve been writing. Honest. Actually, more than I have in quite some time. At the end of May, I felt myself fall into a funk that even writing couldn’t improve. I know writing will bring me back to myself, as it always has, but couldn’t muster the energy to give a shit about words. For unknown reasons, the idea of peer pressuring myself via social media floated across my conscious and I tried it out. Turns out, many of my friends think I’m a good enough writer to send me encouraging DMs and leave sweet comments on my posts, and I have redeveloped a love for the process of morning (and evening) pages.
I’m not sure how this translates to the blog page, but I’ll try sharing my latest Instagram reel here with you. My reels don’t populate the Instagram box in the lower right corner, so here’s a special treat.
How have you gotten yourself out of writing black holes? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
In the meantime, this is what I’ve been up to. There’s plenty more where this came from…