I haven't written in months.
Since October to be exact. The new job. The new sparse location. Inadequate living quarters. Smashed computer screen. I just haven't written. There's so much creativity harnessed in our own space without having people jibber jabbering when you're trying to be one with your thoughts. And even when I find that solitude that is enough to tap into my thoughts, I loose it because there's no space for me to sit and write, or it's too hot, or the space gets cracked with a voice or a phone call or a reminder to send an email, complete a report, or wash the dishes.
I haven't written.
I got a new computer so it would energize me to write. New keyboard, new resolution screen. New Apple everything. Still. Still I haven't written. Not one rousing word.
How do I write?
Someone said to me in between one of the lunches we had over the Holidays that saying as a single person that you should embrace your single status is just you being sorry for yourself. That being single isn't something you should be proud of.
I went on to explain my stance and I thought that was something new to write about on Anita Writes that embracing your single status is not us single people trying to fake the funk, it's us trying to wear our badge boldly and saying: "until that shit, that situation changes, this is us, we're here, we're single and we're not gonna sit in our apartments and cry about it."
Alas, that article is still not written.
There are all these thoughts and ideas that come to me from conversations, the few ones I had in Lagos, and interactions and uncertain random musings online. I have still not written. I don't know why. Words don't mean quite as much to me now as they used to.
I am not as connected to my "soft."
Why?
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