Most of my writing lately
…has been in the comments sections on other people's blogs.
Today, as I sit here thinking about how haikuish Twitter is (it encourages you to think a complete thought in 140 characters or less), I wonder about the drought of longer writings. As I reach for my cup of coffee, the penny drops: I was in a zone before my "DDR trip" in September and it interrupted a project I was working on (my "Harmonic Wealth" book) and I just never got back into it.
By early September, I could feel something jarring loose, some old habits falling away, knew awareness creeping in - and then I left the book and my notepad and everything behind and was immersed in a completely different world for 8 days. If I don't keep something up, I forget it far it too easily. I'm having trouble remembering where I even put the book!
It's felt like the longest wait, and I can't tell you what I've been doing all this time (if it was worth writing about, it ended up on the blog, anyway). The weird thing about one day after another is that even when you're doing nothing, life goes on. Change happens. One day is not a clone of the preceding one, even when you wear the same pajamas.
It's the start of Lent (at least here in Norway). It's time to purge winter and get ready for spring. Yesterday, magpies argued as they worked on rebuilding their nest which had a roof of snow. I purged my recycling. Time to purge lethargy and hesitation, too.
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Good luck with your "new starts". I have to look into the twitter thing; it seems to be the new facebook.;)
Nicole, it is indeed a form of spring cleaning.