April is basically half over and what do I have to show for it? One measly little poem. I had every intention to reinstate myself during National Poetry Month with a poem-a-day. I managed it last year--and then some. But I am still not quite ready to find my way back to my creative half. I prefer wallowing apparently.
I have started reading again. It has been a long time since I have done that. Between being too busy, no longer having the summers to read, never really taking a vacation, and lack of motivation to pick up a book (lot easier to pick up the remote--plus I did focus alot over the past couple of years on my writing), I have not really cracked open a book for the simple joy of escaping into another world. My that is just what I need...a little escape from myself.
I have been thinking about writing. Every once in awhile I hope on here--a place I have seem to have deserted--wanting to writing, trying to write, or talking about trying and wanting to write. In thinking back, this break is really not all that unusual. If I look back over my writings, I can find long gaps in the timeline...years even. Maybe I've just hit one of those plataus. Who knows. But if the past has anything to say, I will find my way back. The only real question is when.
