And then I looked for an image and settled on the ice circle (below), because spinning wheels seemed appropriate.
And then I looked up "logjams" and realized that what I really meant was "icejams."
And then I decided to abandon the whole thing.
Isn't that the writing process in a nutshell--falling down an internet rabbit hole until you don't remember why you were there? (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend has a song about Google-stalking that sort of addresses this, "Research Me Obsessively.")
But I didn't abandon the writing. I still want to work, mirabile dictu. Whatever malaise/logjam/icejam/dread had me binge-watching The Crown instead of doing any work whatsoever has broken at least for now.
The real source of writing inspiration in this post comes from Robert Caro's new piece in The New Yorker. It's about going down a rabbit hole of research and finding pay dirt at the end, to mix a metaphor.https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/01/28/the-secrets-of-lyndon-johnsons-archives
Stay warm, all of you in the polar vortex!
THE ice circle from Maine:
Ice circle from North Dakota:
An ice circle from Washington state.