Man, Emily, no wonder we don’t date, I AM unattractive.

I’ve got writers block, but not because I can’t think of anything to write; I just believe that I have figured out a lot of problems that I write about.

So I’ve become some of what of a self-righteous writer, who is probably going to end up on a lot under titles of opinion related articles.

Ha.

The reason I take so long to write things, is because I research the topics in depth before hand. I get not a lot of current writers do this (or maybe I’m just reading too much articles on Medium.com) and I understand why.

It’s a lot of work.

So now I’m stuck between a rock and not so hard place, but it is uncomfortable. Yet being in these type of situations has basically been my norm.

So I am going through this week with my focus shifted away from talking inside my head, to more let my head to the talking. I don’t know, it’s been rather different.

It’s only been three days, I’m sure there’s a lot more ahead of me. As I try to regain some sort of story to write about, maybe I should do something about Christmas.

I mean, it’s not like people are writing about that.