I can’t write I’m too worried

I can’t write, I’m too worried about my bills that are due next week.

I can’t write, I’m too nervous about this interview.

I can’t write, I’m too tired.

I can’t write, I’m too hungry and we don’t have anything I want to eat.

I can’t write, I’ve only got 15 minutes.

I can’t write, this room is a mess.

I can’t clean-up the room, if I do, I’ll won’t have enough time to write.

This post is part of a series about fighting resistance called Stories from the War. I fight Resistance every day. She is my mortal enemy. She has more forms than we might fathom and she’s playing for keeps. On this site I share stories of my encounters with the beast. They may be instructional or conciliatory. Have no doubt, this is part of the fight.
Read more Stories from the War.