I haven’t posted in a couple days. Every man has his dry seasons, and though I’ve not ceased certain creative pursuits alltogether, there is a dragging sort of heavyness starting to creep into life. Bilbo described as , "like butter that is scraped over to much bread". Truth is I’m tired, not the kind of tired you can cure with one good nights sleep, but tired from many months of doing and focusing and trying many things. I will of course continue to blog, here and at ablogapart.com. I will be writing poetry, shooting photography, and other things as well, but don’t be surprised if I don’t post as often. Oh… and don’t worry about me. I’m not depressed, just tired. Happens on occasion.
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Well perk up young lad! We all have our dryed up hours, days and sometimes weeks. But hopefully you won’t be dried up for a season. ;)
Amen! If you are dry a whole season then life will be sad. *sniff*
All growing things go through periods of less active time. Like winter, it gives you time to mature and grow. I’m not going away… just resting a bit I hope.