Writing is a daunting thing.
For me, it requires turning all the noise off, and the resulting silence can be unnerving. It feels safer to keep the TV on, to dance to the music, to clean out the pantry … to ignore the blinking cursor.
I don’t believe writer’s block is the absence of ideas or the fear they won’t come. It’s that writing asks for such vulnerability, and sometimes I’m not brave enough to go there. And I make bolognese sauce instead.
The silence had bothered me since last summer. But this weekend, I finally returned to the place I love most.
