So I think I said at one point that I don’t get writer’s block. And that’s true, strictly speaking.
However, as you can tell, I’m sitting here, spilling out words, but I’m using them to whine about writer’s block. What gives?
Well, I had three pages of something I don’t much like that I gave up on writing and decided to come over here. A lot has been going on, particularly regarding the authenticity of Autistic voices. Far stronger bloggers than I are debating whether self-diagnosis is valid and other fun topics. Since returning to working outside the house, though, there’s a limit to how much I can really get involved.
So instead, I do my advocacy through writing about things like education and neurodiversity advocacy “and stuff.”
But I haven’t even had time for that lately. (By the way, hi, blogosphere. I miss you guys. Thanks for fighting the good fight on self-diagnosis and other demons!).
Tomorrow I’m due to write my second story for the fiction class (by the way, I’ve got a revised edition of the first story, but I’m thinking about “shopping it around for publication” so if the early draft disappears from the website, that’s why.
So, yeah, here I am, not writing the new story.