I’ve lost count of the number of posts I’ve started to write in recent weeks and abandoned the attempt after the opening sentence, the opening paragraph, sometimes even after the opening five words.
Posts about New York, the city, the people, the adventures.
I’ve blamed writer’s block.
And in running away from writer’s block, I’ve taken to telling New York stories with photos rather than words. A moment, a frame, a click—and there’s a photo to capture the moment. But sometimes, a photo, with a pretty filter isn’t quite enough. It tells the story of that moment, but not what came before, or came after.
So, I’m going to try to start writing again: short things, long things, with photos, without photos, anything really. But the important thing is to keep writing.