This weekend I wrote inside a fog. Indoors, trust me. Outdoors, swirls of snow (that didn’t stick) made light taps on the windows and the wind picked up, but inside the writing was like parting thick layers of cumulus cloud just to type one word.
If that ain’t Resistance, I don’t know what is. Well, I sat there (for a few hours) until nothing else could be squeezed from my turnip of a brain and then I turned on the old movies. Penny Serenade, Letter to John Doe (a new to me Barbara Stanwyck/Gary Cooper flick that was so-so, but still Barbara Stanwyck!), and a host of others and just stared blankly at the tv.
When you can’t get anything to come out, just rest the brain. I’m more anxious about the fact that I can’t write memoir right now than the fact that I’m not writing. I need to calm down.
And after the old movies got to be tedious, I went and deep cleaned the kitchen while Todd worked in the freezing weather in the backyard (he got inspired) and then made us tacos. Tacos are soul food for me. I love me some homemade tacos. It didn’t inspire anything more to be written, but that’s how it goes. I will sit down twice a day this week to write and I think if I just show up, maybe something will come.
Or not. It is the holidays and we’re headed on vacation in two weeks before returning home to a big New Year’s gala at our house, so perhaps this is just my brain attempting to go on vacation early. I’ll keep going though. That’s what writers do.
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Oh, I could hug you.
I was all in a fuddle too – couldn’t focus for the life of me so I cooked like mad and my brain settled down. 
I know it will come together for you. Your words are too important to keep hidden for long. 
I don’t know if I will write anything on my second try later today, but I’ll try! Hope you are doing great! Miss ya.
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