Writer’s Block?

I’ve obviously been pretty quiet for the last few months. Ironically, it’s not for lack of things I want to write. My problem had been getting my thoughts into somewhat coherent sentences.

Okay, that’s not entirely true (but it’s also not entirely false). The other huge piece has been balancing my need to process my thoughts through writing with my desire to keep certain pieces of my life private. There are some memories that I selfishly want to keep stored only in my own head. Then there are others that I know need to stay silent because of how it could impact other people involved. Because let’s face it, even with fake names, there’s a limit to how much I can protect someone’s identity when most people who read this blog know me personally.

It’s the same pressure that keeps the majority of my Facebook posts on the obnoxiously vague side. I want to talk about my life, but not at the expense of someone else’s privacy. Seriously, trying to be ethical really sucks sometimes.

My problem is that my reluctance to open up about anything has carried into my other writing and brought my novel to a complete stand still. I need to either find a way to work around it or spill it all and just duck and cover from the fallout. I guess we’ll see how it goes…