I’ve been feeling stalled, resistant to staring down the blank page. There are some publications I’m aiming to pitch and a deadline looming, but I can’t seem to generate any solid ideas. So, I return here, to this little space that feels like home, with all its daily nagging and familiarity and kind voices answering back. Just write one dang blog post. Just do that one thing. Words like bridges, like ladders.
Some of the distraction, the swirl that leads to spidering thoughts, is the relentless noise of the election blasting through my social media feeds. Facebook is where I interact with my writing groups, ask questions, attend events, promote my essays, read other people’s work, and interact with friends. It’s become a regular part of my writing life and personal life. But threaded through those positive interactions are memes and soundbites and crazy commentary. It’s reaching an unbearable level, and I’m not the only one feeling it.
Last night two people texted me at the same time, one on the East Coast, one on the West Coast, with similar sentiments about feeling the weight of this election, an actual physical heaviness. There’s an instinct to retreat, but a stronger will to hold ground, as well as a desire to consume carbohydrates and take a really long nap. I haven’t wanted to write about it here because I don’t want to add to the noise. As my friend said, it’s like they’re all trying to drown each other out. So I’ll say it softly. One candidate is out there proposing policies. The other is telling people to vote on November 28th. It’s okay to laugh.
I don’t know if I’ve built the bridge to any new ideas here, but I’ve gotten these thoughts down, so at least they’re no longer pin-balling around my brain. I think a brief social media hiatus might help too. Breathe. Stay the course. Write the words. Look for levity. And as Cheryl Strayed’s mom used to tell her, put yourself in the way of beauty.
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