I’ve hit the skids in a major way in my writing. For about a month, life in Korea has picked up professionally, personally, and in terms of how much time I have to devote to writing. The fiction I’d started when I first arrived is hanging out in space, the characters in suspended animation.
I have all these half-formed ideas swimming in my head and I can’t seem to find the interface between thinking and putting finger to keyboard (the awkward contemporary equivalent of that ancient adage with the pen and paper). Ironically, I’m teaching a dearth of writing classes this semester. Maybe my students’ syntactical confusion and half-formed arguments have infected my own writing.