One month.
Thirty-one days.
More than four weeks.
That’s how long it has been since I’ve written…anything.
That’s me up there, smack dab against the wall.
It’s not that life has been a whirlwind of pleasant activity lately, quite the opposite in fact, and it’s been enough to bring a halt to all the pounding words inside my head, each pushing and shoving while trying desperately to work their way out of my tired brain.
Writing prompts. Love them but haven’t been able to muster-up any focus in that direction and it’s frustrating as all hell.
I’m feeling like a total slacker in the writing department and can do nothing more than stare at this damn wall, wishing I could put my fists right through the bricks so that I can bask in some creative sunlight again.
Metaphorically-speaking, of course.
It happens to the best of us but, I’m not the best. Just someone trying to get on that page of accomplishment, someone trying to finish a book and maintain a blog, someone wishing they had something worthwhile to share.
This too shall pass, I’m sure. Well…kind of but not completely. I mean, one has to have hope but when the sailing gets rough…know what I mean?
Keep a lifeline handy….
