Blame it on the weather.
The rain should give me the motivation to write because I can’t walk or sit on the porch, so I have no other activities to hold me back.
But my muse is taking a break.
I haven’t had any recent revelations, no existential crisis, and nary a deep thought in weeks.
Perhaps a vacation will help.
I have no plans for my upcoming vacation. It doesn’t feel right even calling it “vacation.” I’m not headed for the mountains, or the lake, or another city- I’m staying home and doing the usual stuff. The only difference is I don’t have to go to work.
I usually use a portion of my vacation to tackle a project I don’t make time for- going through the closets or cleaning out the garage. But, I did that months ago as I prepared for our big move.
Maybe the secret is not about time to write but about giving myself the space to think and dream. To sit, observe, taste new words, roll sentences around on my tongue and string together a group of words or sentences to form a poem, or story.
Perhaps my muse will return from her journey soon, refreshed and renewed.
I hope so.