Blocked

I’m perched in a cozy chair on the deck staring out at the creek, dressed in three layers and comfortably tapping away at my keyboard while the sun dips behind the trees. The only sounds I hear are Rocco’s heavy breathing at my feet and the hum of lawnmowers in the distance. Fall is definitely in the air here in Michigan and I couldn’t be happier about it.

I have a million blog posts in my head, but for the first time in a long time am suffering from genuine writer’s block. I have things I want to share, say … but I just can’t seem to make sense of them. I can’t put pen to paper; I can’t string sentences together … I feel paralyzed. Continue reading “Blocked”

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