I wish I could say I haven't been posting a lot because I'm in the middle of writing my book, but it would be untrue.
Work calls me, but it is not my own. I am editing a novel for someone else. I have been writing "keyword articles" for a marketing company and working on a few stories for the local paper. Writerly stuff, but like water. No hot chocolate brewing in this brain, alas.
My own inspiration lies as flat and dormant as the grass that we can finally see again, now that the snow has melted. Even coming up with topics for blog posts seems daunting, because I can't think of anything exciting or interesting to say. I feel as boring as the naked oak trees.
Perhaps it is the calm, the deep breathe before the turning of the world. Just another moment, and the tide will change, brown alfalfa will turn to green sprouts, the oaks will dress up in their leafy finery.
And inspiration will seep back into my soul just like the melting snows have replenished the streams, making them full and bubbling again.
Well, I'm glad to hear that you're finding writing work! I think most people this time of year grasp for inspiration, so you're not alone. But you're right---just carry on with your work and your Muse will return in due time.
ReplyDeleteNothing "flat and dormant" about that post. It was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Jeff ... methinks just putting your fingers to the keyboard produces magic;-)
ReplyDeleteHugs and blessings,
It's the winter doldrums. Spring will cure them.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling. Good to hear you're working in your field though.
ReplyDeleteYea, but at least you're still working on a novel!
ReplyDeleteI like those shows also. Thanks for sharing. Doylene
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