When I feel bad enough, I can't do much of any writing. At times I can't even think very far. But what that does do is it forces me to stop and back away from the metaphorical pen. I retreat back to reading and absorbing, and it functions as a sort of reset, for better or worse. When I can think again, I have to take the time to process everything I've taken in, and the perspective shifts once again. Finally, when I can actually write again, everything has changed. I can't really say whether this process is good or bad, only that it is not all bad. It is vexing to lose a thread on an ongoing train of thought or subject that I've been working on yes. But is also dislodges my thoughts when they get stuck.
All that being said, I don't have a whole lot of nice things to say at the moment. It remains rough out there, and I have some more gnarly stuff to work through. For a lot of the world, it is going to be another tough year. We'll do what we can on this end.
