block this

Rrrrgh. I have the energy & time to write, but little to no actual creativity flowing. So frustrating. I've halfheartedly edited the start of a story, but to no avail. I've got a folder full of poetry with excellent criticism written all over it, but when I think about actually breaking into a poem, really taking it apart & putting it back together, I feel like I'm beating my head against an invisible wall.

I keep thinking about revising "Mississippi". I'm still planning to tackle it in May, but I'd sort of like to get some work done on the poetry - the ones trapped behind an invisible wall - and submit some of them to various places before I get back into the book.

I get so tired of my brain sometimes.