it’s as if winter gelled my motivations around me until i was slogging through stickiness. unable to write. unable to create, only to relate what went on in my mind and my thoughts. distractions. apathy.
and not a little bit of discouragement. i’m not sure what it was exactly, and i didn’t recognize it for what it was until only a few days ago. suffice it to say that i think i’m back. or at least i’m nearing the part where i will be back, and able to write again. anna’s story still needs telling. there is a lot to be said. she’s starting to whisper to me again, and that’s always a good sign. when she starts yelling, i won’t be able to pry my fingers off the keyboard.
so, don’t worry. i will be back. and soon. till then, adieu.