A Dry Spell
I don't know what happened, but the words have all flown south I guess. I've nothing to say or write about. And it's an odd feeling---rather bereft---like an old friend has up and left. Perhaps, from the sounds of it, poetry is in order....
So. It's not that I've disappeared or I don't care. And it's not that anyone else does either, for that matter.
Hopefully inspiration will strike before dementia sets in and I forget how to write.
What's a girl to do?
posted by jay are at 9:59 PM
5 Comments:
Yaaay, welcome back from your sabbatical! Thanks for the Q words, i suck at scrabble!
11:12 PM, January 08, 2006
hah! I do too but hopefully practice will make perfect (I have my suspicions, tho).
and I'm not sure if I'm really back since I clearly don't have anything really worth posting :) thanks for checking up on me though!
11:42 PM, January 08, 2006
I hear ya sista. I'm all dried up of words right now! I'll hang in there and keep checking to see if you've written, it's always worth the trip over here. :-)
12:07 AM, January 09, 2006
If you can't write try reading... *Writing down the Bones* is great! Or there's always Ms. Philipa Gregory (:
12:51 PM, January 09, 2006
I know exactly what you mean ... I'm at a loss what to write at the moment, too. Must be something in the air !!!
Take care
3:30 PM, January 09, 2006
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