I’ve only been posting in fits and spurts for the past week, and I think I know why: I’ve had a ton of deadlines that have kept me from writing anything good (even when I wanted to); and whenever I want to write something in the morning, the specter of the war raises its head and makes me want to write something else. Anything else.
I need to write something most days to jump start my brain, but writing about the war, or about the domestic and international politics that surround it, either enrages or depresses me most days. I’ll keep working on it. If history is any indication, I’ll suddenly have a bunch to say after I finish my next deadline.