To Be Honest

I am not sure I want to write anymore. As the few but mighty who read this blog may have noticed, I have been a bit incognito lately. Basically my writing feels pointless and dull, and I have no words in me at the moment. Even writing these few sentences feels like I'm dragging my brain across a rocky beach. It is possible that I will suddenly remember my voice and continue writing gobs like I did before Holy Week, but in the meantime, I'll try and check in every day to at least post a photo and write a few painful sentences. Maybe a change in blog focus is in order, or maybe I should stop writing on it altogether and put my energy into sending my book manuscripts to agents, or maybe I'm just in a writing funk and will snap out of it by next week. Let's hope so, because right now, it feels like I never want to write again.


In the meantime, "enjoy" this rather dreadfully dramatized warning sign I found while walking downtown with a friend one day. We have a dark sense of humor sometimes and laughed immensely upon seeing the image. Poor stick figure.

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