It’s extremely disorienting as a writer to feel like there are no words. Lately my brain has simultaneously been spinning like an overstuffed top while somehow also feeling like a dense void.
I picture it like a cartoon mouse trying to cut through a house sized block of cheese with a plastic knife.
Yes, I know cartoon mice would simply nibble. It’s a metaphor. Or a simile. OH MY GOD, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO MY BRAIN.
All this to say I’m trying. Sort of. I’m working on trying and for today that will have to be good enough.