Truly, for the past 6 months, I have not been able to write anything about anything. It's like I didn't even know how to write. It's like I didn't enjoy writing. A very strange turn of events, considering what an important part of my life writing has always been.
I feel lost without it. It's my beacon. It's my touchstone. Even though I rarely ever read what I've written, I feel better for having done it. It's like I've captured a moment in time ... like a firefly in a jar.
I haven't captured any thoughts in a half a year. They've come and gone ... off into obscurity. I wonder what they were. I wonder what I did. I always wonder where the time went ... now I truly don't know.
I am back in my studio, creating. I'm loving it.
I need to get back to writing too.
It's time to turn the lights back on.
