I have 3 hours to write this

(written pre-Covid on 9/18)

I have three hours before Seylah gets home and who knows how long I have before Nya wakes up and I am afraid of how afraid I am to write given my post-birth brain. I am rusty, to say the least. So. I could meditate? Too much coffee. I could pray and ask the goddesses to help me write my way to a place where I can write about something more than me and my little troubles and perfect kids? Ok I went and tried that. Apparently I’m still stuck writing about myself sadly. I am my own writer’s block. I am the wall between me and writing, and apparently I’m…