This morning I need to write a casual bio/intro for the Flash Nano group I joined, and I found myself writing, I am a time thief, scurrying around with my notebook and laptop. I’m a slow writer, always trying to pick up my pace. My published nonfiction essays have to be produced and polished fairly quickly. Lately I find myself bumping up against the border of what I can’t write about, wanting to dig into deeper truths but mindful not to overshare. I’m experiencing a bit of navigational fatigue in that realm.
Navigational fatigue. I’m feeling it big time. (Sidenote: Halloween candy does not cure this form of fatigue. However, it may at least get me through this blog post.) I suppose this is a common problem for nonfiction writers. Is anyone else out there bumping against that border lately?
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