I miss blogging, but I just don’t have enough words to go around right now. I’m working on an intense project with lots of writing that will be finished in about a week; then I’m tackling another project that will last for several months. I’ll let you know more if and when there’s any news about all this, but for now, it’s enough to say that my stockpile of witticisms and cogent observations has been severely depeleted. The other morning I woke up feeling like I’d actually sprained my brain – I was finding it a real challenge to encode and decode simple communication. So I took the day off and played free cell and watched bad TV. Very restorative.
Also, that thing about all work and no play making Jack a dull boy? Absolutely true. I have nothing to tell you about. I spend my days in front of the computer, generating words, moving only to have a meal, placate a cat, or throw in a load of laundry. I don’t go anywhere, I don’t do anything, I don’t see anyone. Dull, dull, dull – for me, too, I assure you.
So for the next week, at least, I probably won’t be blogging much, other than scraping together a Thursday Thirteen. (Although it’s possible that simply releasing myself from the self-imposed obligation to blog will open the floodgates of inspiration and I’ll be writing here more than ever. Unlikely, but possible.) Explore some of the sites on my blogroll, where vast troves of treasure abound. And wish me luck.
