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I’ve written a lot about not knowing what to write lately.

The irony is not lost on me.

I’m trying to force myself to write until the words just flow, the stories return, my punctuation and sentence structure improves.

Blech. (Thank you for putting up with me.)

I’ve been writing on other sites about other topics, but this blog is my tiny piece of property where I can chew on things, toss them around and try to make sense of the world, share my deep thoughts, or post random photos showing how my hands look like Madonna’s (they totally do.)

My stream of conscious thoughts are not always pretty, so I still censor. My point of view has changed on many things, and I’ve irritated too many ‘friends’ on Facebook already, so I bite my tongue.

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I’m afraid of losing my voice.

It’s why I keep forcing myself to write at least one post a week, despite the fact they say pretty much the same thing, every time.

linked up to “Just Write” at Extraordinary Ordinary



  1. oh, i know how that feels, to wonder what your voice sounds like. the not wanting to write even. good for you for keep showing up. it will start to flow all natural soon enough. and you won’t be able to stop it :)

    • I’m hopeful that it will. And then yes: y’all will be begging me to stop talking so much!! ;)

  2. I know this feeling. Keep writing. It will come.

  3. Break free, friend. Speak your heart, letting it spill onto virtual paper. It’s your space to be as real and as raw as you’d like.


  4. Say the same thing as many times as you need to…eventually, it will begin to slowly change.

    • YES! *That* is what I am hoping for! Thank you for helping validate that and being willing to listen!! :)

  5. It will come. Before you know it you will have more to say than you’ll know what to do with.

  6. Hang in there and keep writing. You’re doing the work.

    Bird by bird.

  7. I think we’ve all been there. I know I have. Sometimes the writing just can’t be what we need – or what we’re looking for. Hope the words come back to you soon. :)

    • Thank you, Julie :)

      I figure writing is therapy for me, regardless of what I write. One day I’ll get over feeling the need to apologize for it…

  8. I used to work at a daycare center in downtown St. Paul, MN. We had a rough bunch of kids. And every day I would come home and tell my husband the stories of the day.
    After about a year, he said, “Gianna, you tell me all the same stories! Everyday it’s the same thing. Why are you so shocked?”

    Because living through it each day is different.

    And that’s what you are doing. Only writing through it. Each time you write, it’s a little different. Don’t get down on yourself. Blah, Blah, Blah is reserved for other occasions–not writing!

    • oh my gosh – what a great example and so true! It IS totally different – no matter how tiny the change, each day I see it through different lenses.

      LOVE that analogy. Thank you, SO much!! :)

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