Oh Yeah...

In therapy yesterday, I reminded myself that my push to post more on DreamWidth is not SOLELY a matter of following my muse in a low-stakes, high archival context, but to get back in the habit of writing. Period. Therapist also asked how long it had been and I couldn't really answer.

I was always full of ideas before caregiving (and to some extent after), but if I had to pinpoint I'd say the corporatized nonprofit job in 2022-2023 killed my writing drive. No, that can't be right; I started an ebook that winter (though of course I haven't finished it...). It really must've been my burnout last year (and even then, I reviewed everything I watched on Letterboxd)... Was there really much of a lull in my writing, or did it just deviate from old habits for a while (respectively: academia, marketing, self-marketing, movie reviews).

Maybe this is just picking up the slack from pulling away from Facebook. Which is just fine with me!

Current media: just finished Doom Patrol (way better and queerer than I could have expected), Little Richard: I Am Everything, Essential Dykes to Watch Out For, and a disappointing listen through Wet Leg's new album, Moisturizer.