I got nuthin’…. really. Nuthin’ fun or sad or contemplative to write about. The well appears to have run dry and that is terrifying on so many levels it makes my heart pound.
I’ve been here before, fretted about it, written about it and the harder I searched for my muse the more elusive it became. I’m tired of playing hide and seek with creativity and yet here I am, checking the corners of my mind for a spark, a kernel, a thought on which to build a blog post. And again… nuthin.
I am surrounded by inspiration – I’ve effectively moved into Melrose (Peyton) Place. I’m surrounded by colorful characters, I live in a beautiful setting – stories should be pounding on the door begging to be turned from ether into words. But… nuthin.
I’m going to push through this dry spell because that’s what I do – I push. I love writing, I love the commitment I have to this blog, I love the connection (imagined or real) I feel with every reader’s click on a post. I may be parched at the moment, overwhelmed by the nuthin – the muse may have found a new hiding place but I’m still seeking. Stay tuned…