Where Do I Start?

I used to write. A lot.

I used to write poems and stories full of teenage angst. (Unrequited love and such.)

I used to write crazy, weird astrophysics fiction stories. (What does it feel like to be a dying star?)

I used to describe my activities of daily living. (I doubt those stories would've been popular.)

I wrote letters to my unborn children. (This one has lost it's romance now that my children are no longer unborn.)

Sometimes I would freewrite and it was amazing. Absolutely inspired off the cuff work. (I'm very modest, by the way.)

Other times, I'd just stare at the moon and muse over the night sky. (The black velvet blah blah blah...)



But now... I've developed severe, completely paralyzing, incapacitating writer's block.

Two kids later, I'm so incoherent I can barely form a fully functioning sentence. I try to describe a thought, a feeling, an object, or an experience.... Nothing. It's like trudging through sludge. Reaching inside my head and finding emptiness. A double whammy of baby brain has hit me, and hard.

So... Where do I start? How do I get back into writing? Will I ever regain my brain????

Stay tuned to find out.