it's week two of seasonal writer's block

post number eighty three

I haven’t been writing much over the past two weeks. I’ve wanted to. And repeatedly tried to. But nope.

Some culprits? Anxiety. Earth. Fireworks. America. But also: a flood of wild ideas — ideas that will hopefully turn into words.

This happens once a season. And, apparently, 158 days is longer than 3 months, so this was always going to happen. Oops.

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