Lately my desire to write just hasn’t been there. Desire, in general, hasn’t been available for me, except the desire to be working and paying down the debt I incurred getting educated. Even now, writing this post, is difficult. The words aren’t flowing. They aren’t coming easily. I pull and tear them out of my brain. I know my writing has been choppy, unflow-y, and not particularly interesting. I’ve been in this place before and it’s always passed. This time, however, it’s lasting longer than it ever has.
Having the summer off has been a double edged sword. It’s nice to be able to have time to myself but without my garden to keep me busy I’ve been pretty bored. I haven’t been able to continue going to the farmers market because money has been so very tight (especially now that we’re back from vacation). Usually when I’m at this level of boredom I write a lot, post many links. But this summer, this summer the words just haven’t been there. I don’t know where they are but they are not in my soul or spirit or brain.
Not even the politics of this summer have inspired me to write. The food recalls haven’t inspired me. The oil spill hasn’t. Not much has inspired me.
I am sorry I have no words. I am sorry I have lost the majority of my readership. I am sorry I’ve become a boring blogger. There is nothing I can do but to wait for this to pass. And pass it shall.
I know that feeling well. I’m in the same place. I hope your muse comes back to you soon and if you happen to see mine anywhere would you tell her to come visit! ;oP