Well I suppose it is no secret. I am sure the word has gotten out. Everyone must know by now. I have come to admit it. I have indeed hit a dry patch. Months of having little to no desire to write about minor details. I conclude that I have had nothing that sparked my interest enough that I would want to write it down, discuss, or think over it. Simple as that.
So, what? I think I can come back to the written world and just plop out some thoughts after months of ignoring anything remotely related to blogging? Not exactly. See, I don't feel fully recovered from this patch of "nothing to write". And while I have had writer's block many times in my life, this has felt way more personal.
It's as if my inner writer has been on strike and pouting for months now. The inner critic has sliced into my thoughts and I have been too generous in giving up on ideas. Where once I jumped at the chance to write about nothing. I now see my "nothings" as really nothing. Peculiar. Odd. Not enjoyable. I am unsure what the cure for this type of written turmoil is.....besides just writing regardless.
And so I did.