Holding My Tongue

I have been sick. I have had a bad cold and I have felt completely and totally drained of all energy for the past few days. I have come home, laid down on the couch every evening and slept until I had to wake up to eat, and do whatever else I needed to do to survive. I have not felt like moving my limbs to get up off the couch.

And so this is my first blog post this week. I am sorry. I feel like I have some pretty bad writer's block because I didn't write at all this week. Now I want to write but I can't seem to get started. I haven't got any topics to write about. I suppose it is because this cold and my job are on the forefront of my mind every day. I can't write about my job.

I spend most of my days and many of my evenings thinking about my job but I can't write about it. It is utterly frustrating. There is a lot I would like to say but not a lot that I can say.

It is a form of holding my tongue. And when you are a writer who works things out by writing them down that can be hard to do.

Maybe I should write it down somewhere less public, just for me? Maybe I should keep a paper and pencil journal. Maybe I should say nothing at all.