Iron Noder burned me out badly, but I was prepared for that. It wasn’t the first high-stakes November in my life and I hope it won’t be the last. But between that and today, the world at large has gone even crazier, while the inner world between these four walls has also been shaken down to its foundations.
So, what gives?
I was seriously hoping for ReQuest to come back this year, but alas, seems that our brave leaders in that regard are relatively inactive and I cannot blame them if they don’t run the Quest. It’s difficult as it is.
I still have a folder of drafts, as always. But I wish to write none of them. It’s not like other times, when one must force the Muse to spit out her blessings. I simply don’t want to continue writing any of those in the sense that I desire to permanently end any and all works in progress and start anew. I won’t do it, but I feel like it.
The greatest threat of a blank page is that endless possibilities are overwhelming for my finite mind. I need a finite and definite project to write about.
And I’ll find it, I hope I will. I haven’t written anything in over a month and that also feels bad.