I know I haven’t posted any poetry for a while, but I’ve been dealing with a pretty substantive writer’s block for about four months now, and not just with poetry, but with pretty much everything. Before, any lapses in posts were filled with reblogs and the occasional poem, but this time I’m really struggling. I’m not writing nothing though (three cheers for double negatives!). I’ve worked and reworked this one chapter of mine since March. It’s gone through about six different iterations so far, and I just attempted a seventh iteration today. I think this may finally be its final form (fingers crossed, ignore the redundancy), but my brain is no longer functioning. I need sleep. I am hoping against hope that I will finish this damn chapter by the end of the week because it is seriously cramping my style. Not only have I not been able to produce any poetry, but I haven’t been able to create any other fan content either, not even just strictly for fun. I take that shit seriously, though, I love it so much. Not to mention the countless original projects that are begging for my equal and undivided (and unfortunately not infinite) attention. But this one. stupid. project. just won’t get out of my head! Once it’s done, the flood gates will reopen, the birds will sing, all will be well and my brain won’t feel as cluttered and confused and downright chaotic. I have this fantasy that once I resolve this chapter and finish it, whether I like it or not and move the fuck on with my life, that everything else will come easily again. That the rest will work itself out and the words will settle where they are meant to be sown. Perhaps not with complete certainty, but the fact that I may have enough soil to go around instead of lumping all my efforts into one pot will get me back out in the garden, tending to the weeds, to the flowers and fruit, instead of toiling away at the same damn stem that won’t budge.