For a good long while, I have been using the WordPress iOS app to write and post to The Mindful Chatterbox. Even though the app has some problems, I like the convenience of not having to transfer thoughts from notes, papers, and napkins when I get a good idea. I also like that I can do just about everything that I can do on a computer inside the app (with the exception of a few cosmetic changes).
As I sat in court the other day waiting for my name to be called so that I could go back to work(don’t ask), I realized that I hadn’t written anything or posted anything in a good long minute. My little blog has been running off views of old things and my weekend reading frenzies of writers here that I follow.
My first thought was, ugh! It’s because my phone is broken. I hate looking at this stupid glass, yo! I can’t wait to get enough coins to replace the glass. I suck for being so clumsy; this is messing up my life.
But then I remembered: I broke my phone in February. My last original post happened on January 28, 2016, and to be honest, it wasn’t even original. It was a freaking repost of something I wrote a long, long time ago. My last original post happened around the first week of January.
Then I also remembered that I have this very same app on my trusty, shiny not-cracked iPad, which I had also been using for literally everything else.
What is my life?
I just realized that I have a serious case of writer’s block. and I really shouldn’t be surprised. I go through desert cycles, my writing a rainy season that drops idea after idea into my brain that morph into sheets and sheets of prose and poetry. But in my dry seasons, I find myself not even wanting to open up the app–let alone write anything more than my name.
I guess this little foray into WordPress today is me acknowledging my arid season. Hopefully, it’s coming to an end.