Why I don’t write sometimes.

deskSometimes I don’t write because I have nothing to say.

Sometimes I don’t write because I have a lot to say, but I don’t want to talk about it. Or I hope for something and I don’t want to jinx it. Or I have something to tell, but it’s not my story… it’s someone else’s.

Sometimes I don’t write because I’m afraid it will hurt.

Sometimes I don’t write because I’m afraid it will hurt someone who reads it.

Sometimes I don’t write because I really am awfully lazy, and would rather spend the days lying flat on my back watching a sleeping cat rise and fall as she snoozes on my ample chest.

Sometimes I don’t write because I have an excuse, like a freelance assignment that takes precedence over my personal musings.

Sometimes I don’t write because my life has taken a sharp turn, and I’m still trying to steer my thoughts as if I understood what was  happening.

Sometimes I don’t write because I refuse to believe I’m now on a different path; one that is darker, narrower, and very, very foggy.

Sometimes I don’t write because there’s nothing in my coffee cup… or late at night, in my wine glass.

Sometimes I don’t write.

But in time, I hope I will.

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