Apparently, being enraged and terrified by what's happening lends itself to writer's block.
I've sending money left and right to places like Planned Parenthood and the ACLU. Mom and I have been watching livestreams of the protests in Orlando and Boston while making our signs for NYC and talking about how the country is on figurative fire, what this means for the future, and the fact that after a lifetime of idolizing MLK Jr, FDR, TR, Washington, and Jefferson, I'm not going to flee for Canada (or Scotland as my friend A demands) but I'm going to stand and fight. My father, of course, wanted me to understand that things are going to get worse before they get better--he watched it during the 60s & 70s re: civil rights & Vietnam--and I told him that I expect it because this is only the first week: These cowards are only getting started.
That said, I'm not sure what's going to happen in the coming weeks. I may be on more as I need breaks from reality, I may be on less as I get my ass to more marches, I may be on the exact same amount. Hopefully in the very least, since I always have homework to do, I'll be able to get some fills/writing done in between moments of cursing at my computer because I've been stumped by yet another anatomy & physiology question.