I haven’t been writing for quite some time. It’s the perfectionist in me that declines the effort to try. I tell myself that I can’t write effectively if I’m low, preoccupied, stressed. I can’t write with trauma brain.
It’s true. I don’t produce my best work when I’m in the midst of a crapstorm. I feel as though I should be in perfect balance, zenning out under a tree in the height of summer, surrounded by natural inspiration and drinking some kind of super-green smoothie. That’s what the perfect stories are made of, right? Perfect people?
Full post on my new blog, Mind Haven.