I’ve been staring at a blank page for the last hour or so trying to think what to write. It’s not that my mind is empty, it’s not. Right now, my thoughts are a whirl of the events happening not just in the greater world, but events closer to home.
I’m not much interested in making this a political blog, and that’s been a hard path to follow at times. There is much I could say about the current state of the world, but that’s not why I started this page. I’ll leave that to the pundits.
No, I started this page to explore different aspects of the writing life. I also use this page as a way to keep myself busy.
I spent decades getting up to an alarm clock, driving into one office or another, and spending the day (or night) earning a living. Six months ago, that changed. So, instead of working for someone else, I have an opportunity to do something I’ve dreamed of for years—get the stories in my head onto paper. Oh, OK, the screen, but you get the picture.
Of course, now that the Universe has forced my path, I’m struggling with motivation. I don’t know that I’d call it “writer’s block.” The stories are there, I’m just having a hard time getting focused on the task at hand. To be honest, I’m a little bored. I also feel like I’m waiting for the weather to turn warm enough to really be able to do stuff. I’m not much for being cold.
I also know that in about a month, life will kick into high gear for the summer, and I’ll struggle to maintain daily posts. We have already planned several outings between now and the end of October. Camping trips, motorcycle trips, car trips. Our travels will take us from our home base to the midwest, the upper midwest, and the Rocky Mountains. And that’s just what we have planned so far, and doesn’t include the spur-of-the-moment trips.
In the meantime, we suffer through the time change and unsettled weather and wait for Spring.