I write detailed descriptions, raise important questions and reflect on past experiences. Sometimes I am snarky and amusing and other times serious and searching. My writing is raw and honest and scary and heartbreaking and I often end up with a few tears gliding down my cheeks. My words are larger than life and yet incredibly minute.
I cannot seem to write in the places that matter. At the keyboard. In my Important Notebook. On a clipboard. I cannot make my words concrete. I'm unable to give meaning to my experiences-my heartaches and my joys.
I am paralyzed by my laptop keyboard, by my Papermate Retractable blue ink pen.
I can't get these words out of my head.
They are stuck and so am I.