the perils of

Can't escape the paperwork.             It's weird for me to be sitting at my keyboard, typing up something that isn't going to be submitted as an academic requirement. I've been away from blogging for so long. It's painful to restart. I'm constantly rereading these sentences as I create them, parsing each one before forcing myself to move on to the next one. Editing and editing. I have three unpublished drafts lined up in my Blogger dashboard, each one maybe 3 paragraphs long. Every time I go to my Blogger to begin writing, the sight of these drafts reminds me of my countless aborted attempts. What's with the melodrama?           A lot has happened in my life that I need to write about, but haven't been writing about because of the sensitive nature of the subject.  Ooh, sensitive how?          To put it vaguely, my stories aren't just my own. They're my patients', too, and I can't just share them online without asking