For the past week I've been kicking around ideas for posts to restart this blog but haven't done much in the way of, you know, writing. I'm letting the perfect be the enemy of the published. I'm not a professional writer. No one is waiting with bated breath for this blog to hit their feed. There is absolutely no pressure on me to write anything remotely good, yet I feel the need to make my first post in a while a Pulitzer-winning effort. I have some ideas that will take more time to flesh out and others that can be spat out in a short amount of time, but when I open my laptop to start clickety-clacking away none of those ideas seem worthy of writing down. The whole point of this blog was to be a no-pressure outlet for me to scratch my creative itches and I fell back into the same pattern of hemming and hawing about writing but not actually writing. The irony is that I've had plenty of time to write since I haven't been working in a month, now that I am back to work and my schedule is…
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