Finally, tonight my writer's block came to an end, somewhat. For the last few weeks, I've opened my laptop to jump into the writing of my book but couldn't. So many things have made my life eventful the last four years but tbh I've had no idea how to even begin to put them into words. I've done the outline thing which was a no go and everything else you could possibly think of with no success. I'm thinking the problem is me. I've got too much-jarbled bullshit going on up in the ole noggin that I'm steps away from reserving a bed in the looney bin. And I know myself, nothing in my world is peas and carrots when I'm at that point.