{"id":163279775,"date":"2025-05-10T16:30:28","date_gmt":"2025-05-10T16:30:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writetosuccess.net\/when-the-well-is-dry\/"},"modified":"2025-05-10T16:30:28","modified_gmt":"2025-05-10T16:30:28","slug":"when-the-well-is-dry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writetosuccess.net\/de\/when-the-well-is-dry\/","title":{"rendered":"When the Well is Dry"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Once in a dry season…”<\/h2>

This week, Substack has loomed over me like a, well, smokestack. <\/p>

\"smoke<\/figure>

Every time I look up it\u2019s there, towering, casting a shadow.<\/p>

There are plenty of times I feel short on writing inspiration, plenty of times it takes effort to get to the desk and put one word after another. <\/p>

This week has been strange, though. This isn\u2019t the usual garden variety resistance, it is a profound niggle, like that pebble burrowed into the mesh of your insole that won\u2019t be shaken out; every time I\u2019ve thought, must work on my Substack<\/em>, my mind and body have veered in another direction: magnet-like.<\/p>

Discussing Substack with a friend a few months back, I admitted that my efforts increasingly feel like noise. <\/p>