Usually the act of writing (or typing, as oft turns to be the case with me) frees up my mind to make sense of clamoring thoughts. Because it brings me comfort and satisfaction, I regularly journal, write letters, blog, and just overall tend to garner a sense of order from my writing hobby. However, the past week has found me with--albeit much thoughts--a hesitation to put my thoughts in tangible form. I have a blue sort of feeling that leaves me with a nagging doubt: no matter how I rearrange them, right now for some reason, letters do not have capacity to convey what I want them to.
So...even though I suspect the results will be shoddy, sometimes it is important to fling words out there just to do it. Breaking through the writer's block.