So I realized it’s been, uh, 2 1/2 weeks since I last wrote…oops. I did actually write an entry yesterday, but decided the piece served it’s purpose by just being written — no need to publish it here. 🙂 And I’ve begun another contest and composed a half-baked poem or two from my flurried thoughts. I have additionally decided what pieces I want to enter into yet another contest. I’m slipping into my editor shoes right now to get them in tip-top shape.
Lately I have felt a slight itch in the creative nook of my brain, begging to be scratched with a laptop and blank Word document. I’m tempted. Tempted but reluctant. I have no desire to start yet another story only to have it collect proverbial dust. Likewise, I blanch at the thought of having to write a holistic, tight, image-packed story. Confidence, wherefore art thou?
The creative itch always wins in the end. Despite my fright-induced pallor, I eagerly await the day when I will race home to put words to paper, when I cannot and will not staunch the flow of images and ideas. Inspiration may ebb and flow, but when it flows, it gushes! Until then, I will be cataloguing the flitting thoughts and sensations that come with day-to-day living and twilight dreaming.