Unfortunately, it seems to be all that’s happening. I’ve been distracted for the last couple of weeks, writing minimally, attention on other things. It’s shocking how quickly that slight shift in focus has torn up my writing rails, twisting them into and out of recognizable shapes, drops, detours, and giant iron cobbles.
I assume this is part of the process, this disgust with my thoughts, words, inaction, distraction, and disorganization. Perhaps I’m being rendered, fat and proteins separated into sloppy, sloshy piles for me to paw through, when I eventually re-orient toward….something. Let’s hope the end product is better than a can of pet food.