{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"I'm Not A Writer &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"WHthCfcp8W\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/im-not-writer\/\">I&#8217;m Not A Writer<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/im-not-writer\/embed\/#?secret=WHthCfcp8W\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;I&#8217;m Not A Writer&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"WHthCfcp8W\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"I finished stoning my costume\u2014which means I&#8217;m back and it&#8217;s\u00a0time for tea. I finally realized why I&#8217;m feeling so stuck:\u00a0I&#8217;m not a writer anymore. And that&#8217;s just a small part of it. I don&#8217;t create. I haven&#8217;t in years; I don&#8217;t write (for ABC, for potential publication, and more importantly, for self). I don&#8217;t paint, draw, collage\u2014fuck. I don&#8217;t even take pride in putting together outfits anymore. I don&#8217;t read, not\u00a0really, actually (the occasional op-ed piece or audiobook doesn&#8217;t count). I don&#8217;t binge-research random topics I have the sudden urge to learn about. My MO, as early as I can remember, has always been to read, analyze, and react. I have the boxes of notebooks to prove it: I&#8217;m in my parents&#8217; home, flipping through the boxes of notebooks I have on everything, from types of foxes and gemstones to meanings of crystals to the Cultural Revolution and thoughts on the Patriot Act.) I consumed tirelessly and created endlessly. And now, the closest I come to it is writing copy. Which I love, don&#8217;t get me wrong: Finding what makes people&#8217;s hearts flutter and creating the perfect message to trigger it\u00a0is an art form,\u00a0but it&#8217;s not from the soul. Am&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/FullSizeRender.jpg"}