Writing is hard. Not in the way that manual labor is hard, or even in the way that a puzzle or a level in a video game can be hard. Instead, writing is hard like getting in shape is hard, like therapy is hard, like your job is hard. Sometimes success pours out of you, and others you can’t get even the simplest of results. You get stuck, and making progress might as well be impossible.

It’s been an eventful few months for me. I started off the year with a lot of energy and excitement to be writing again. I still am, but I’ve had to delay a lot of the writing for almost the entire past three months. Why? Because life, that’s why. A lot has happened in the past three months. moved across the country joined an exciting, fast moving project at work officially in toddler mode now Reviewing Spring of Black Flowers was enlightening.