Thursday! 3-26: Is This What Hiatus Feels Like?
I3, E26
Here we go again.
I’m stuck. I don’t have a single constructive thing to say this week that I think is worth sharing with you. I’ve had a lot going on the last couple or three weeks and my head is wrapped around several necessary but completely uncreative axles. All my mental background processes are tied up on stuff like some temporary but worrisome money issues and helping my Mom, who is still having an awfully tough time of it after Pop’s death. Everything is fine but nothing is conducive to creating decent stories, poetry, or essays about creativity that might help you do what you want to do. I could half-ass a couple newsletters — just crank out some pap like a lot of other writers might, but that’s never going to happen. Not here. Your time is precious and I don’t ever want to waste it with weak-tea crap. I had hoped after last week’s disappearing act, that my brain would work well enough to create something decent, but…*shrugemoji*.
I do hope to have my creative crap together next week but I honestly don’t know. If you want to punch out and unsubscribe, I won’t mind even a little. If you do want to stick around, thank you for that. Maybe next week? Maybe? I hope.
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In a masterstroke of competency, I neglected to notice that my "Leave a comment" button actually goes to a past newsletter. If you use it, you'll leave a comment there. I'll see them, though, in time.
Sorry about that. See how it is??
This might indeed be what hiatus feels like. Our life falls apart. Our creative crap falls apart. But it always comes back together again. Take the time that you need, my friend. We'll be here when you return.