I've felt lately like I'm standing at a closed glass door. (I've lost momentum to have any notable tumble.) I can see ahead, but can't seem to move forward. A problematic standstill.
Writing propels me forward into new thinking, into solving problems, answering questions, asking new questions. I need to open the door again. I need to walk into fresh ideas and have a place to explore them.
I think I need a new venue.
Or rather an old one. Peek at what speaks to me.