These past few weeks, I've experienced an unusual stall-out in my
writing. I couldn't locate any still point inside, or that "necessary
boredom" that writer Dorothy Allison says is a prerequisite to writing
well. It was as if my creative heart was too sore to create.
I
knew that writing could actually be the way to come back to myself, get
away from the incessant barrage of crises. But I was hard pressed to
find the way in.