You Don’t Have Writer’s Block. You Have Brainrot

and the internet wants it that way

I kept telling myself I wasn’t writing my next book as fast because it was too heavy.
Trauma. Dark themes. Emotionally exhausting arcs. Digging deep into prickly memories and twirling them until I found a way to make them hurt more and bleed less. Of course I was blocked, right?

WRONG

I wasn’t blocked. I was fried.
Deep-fried. Extra crispy. Brain served with a side of doomscrolling and a dipping sauce of constant stimulation.

And who can blame me?

The Cult of Productivity Has Eaten Our Brains Alive