Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary.
I don’t think I’m capable of being more discombobulated than I am at the moment. I’m usually a multitasking sort of person, but in the past six months I’ve turned into a one thing at a time thinker. It’s bizarre and frustrating, especially since poetry hasn’t been the one thing much at all.
I don’t feel writer’s blocked; I feel detached. As if I’m reading a book about someone who used to write poetry. How nice for her. Really.