So, I’m getting itchy, and I’ve finished with a couple of recent obsessions. I think that means it’s time to write.
WHAT I will write may surprise me. I’ve seen last month as sort of an attempt at the wrong stuff, and so I figure if my brain wants a little time to itself, it should have it. I’ve written over 1200 pages in the last 3 years, even if most of it is largely unpublishable, due to the nature of the beast. We probably did need to heal up from the outpouring of words.
I’ve also got a creative academic project going on, so I’m excited to begin that. I feel a desire to sink into myself, rather than reach out to others, although I intend to try to resume some activities that will jumpstart my creativity a bit.
Catherine