Over the past few days I have started and aborted six, yes, six, blog posts. One was too intense, another made no sense but did make me out to be a blithering, rambling idiot (something I have been accused of by just slightly more than one Huffington Post reader) and the other four just sucked. I cut, pasted, rearranged and ultimately deleted each of them with a grand flourish of highlighting. Occasionally when I do this I then regret having hit the delete button too hastily, but not so with any of these. Unsure if that is a good thing or a bad thing…
One might surmise, given the honesty of the posts I have published thus far, that I have no boundaries and am willing to share just about anything that transpires in these parts. Not so. In fact, one of the reasons that I am having such a difficult time writing now is because I have found myself in territory which is personal, intense and not (suitable?) for public consumption. Oh, I have plenty of stories which would make for great (no, make that outstanding!) reading but am unable to share. Some are funny (in the insane way that only the parent of a transgender child can possibly fully appreciate), others are ridiculous (see previous parentheses) and others are just plain outside the scope of that which I am willing to share with the world. As such, I am stuck in a self-imposed writer’s block (read: I have plenty to write, but just cannot go there right now).
But fear not! I am not going anywhere, but for today I am just popping in for a moment to let you know that all is fine (lest you conclude otherwise from my silence) and I will be back just as soon as the right (define as you see fit) words come to mind.
Until then, let me again share some of Jessie’s latest work.