Songs For The Struggling Artist

I was full of fury. I had so much I wanted to sort through, so much I wanted to unpack and so much to say. Normally, this is a recipe for a white hot blog post that comes streaming out of my pen. But I was entirely jammed up. I didn’t know where to start or how to dive in and I was frustrated, not just by the medical situation that was driving the post but also the struggle to write about it. In talking about it with my friend, he pointed out that for things like the arts and feminist issues, I’ve been thinking about them for most of my life. When I pick up a pen to talk about things related to feminism or sexism or arts issues, I have already digested a lot of the content and ideas. Those things come relatively easy to me because I’ve done a lot of thinking and processing of those issues already. In trying to write about things related to ableism and Medicaid and medical justice, I’m just so new to these things, comparatively, so I can get gummed up and confused. I have years of writing about feminism behind