I haven't written since... November.
I mean, okay, that's not exactly true. I've written articles. I keep up, somehow, with The Fangirl Initiative, even though my health hasn't been kind lately. I try to write at Youer than You as well. But when it comes to fiction, the thing I thought I was destined to do? Yeah, no. That I haven't done since November, when I did the obligatory NaNo, closed my document, and haven't looked at it since.
Honestly, I think it's... okay. It's not actually okay in the truest sense because everything in me is screaming that it's not normal to not be writing. Writing is my thing. I've been doing it since I had access to a pen. But I think it's something that I have to walk through, for better or for worse. My mental health isn't great. My physical health isn't great. I can't write right now. And that, as much as it absolutely positively sucks, is okay. I've had to be able to admit that to myself. It's okay to not be able to write.
And that, besides the health problems, is why this blog has been so quiet lately. This blog is about writing. Except when I... can't write? I've had a bunch of drafts started. I tried to do Camp NaNo. I've started Pinterest boards, I've done Beautiful People questionaires... I've had a ton of false starts.
I've brainstormed, I've thought of characters, I've knocked on doors.
I just can't write right now.
And for now, that has to be okay.
S/O and many thanks to my sister: when I told her I hadn't written since November, she gasped and said, "That's not okay!" She then proceeded to throw out ideas at me all day. "You could write about this. You could write about that." Finally, one stuck. "You could write about aliens." One day, when the door is finally unlocked, I am going to write about aliens.
What do you do to get unstuck? Do you remember how to write? Have you ever been at a place in your mental health journey where you just couldn't write?