I have a problem.

I’m a writer who doesn’t write.

I mean I do write, but I don’t do it enough.  It took me some time to figure out why this is, but I think I’ve got it figured out, and I think I may have a solution.  Or the beginning of a solution.  Or the beginning of an idea of a solution.

Well, we’ll see, anyway.

It started five years ago when my father died.  I had a great deal of trouble writing while grieving, which is natural.  But having gotten out of the habit of writing at least 1,000 words a day during that time, I never really got back into it again.  Sure, there’s been distractions, and I’ve had to do other things to bring money into the family—but that’s always been true.  The real problem for me is that the brain and the body are a two way street.  And having ceased working my fingers on the keyboard for so many hours a day, my brain has decided I can’t do it anymore.

But as many problems turn out, the solution is contained within the problem itself.  The brain and body are a two way street.  To get my brain working again, I’m going to get my body working again. And, you, the readers of this blog are going to suffer for it!

Free Writing –

I’m going to begin free writing in this blog.  In fact, I’ve already begun.  This whole entry is the first in what I hope to be many more free writes to get my damn brain thinking in stories once more.  I need to exercise the writing part of my brain—not the editing part, not the planning part, not the idea-ing part.  Just writing.  It might not be pretty; very little therapy is.  But I hope you’ll all bear with me as I try to rehab and get back on the active roster.

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