I am in a word desert, dear reader. Have you been here? For a while now, every time I try to write there are no words. None. For as far as my brain can see, not even a syllable. I know I’ll find my way out, but I don’t know when.
Oddments
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October 10, 2018 at 10:35 am
You’re not alone there, my friend. I’ve gone from three to four times a week to once and this week I couldn’t even produce that. I don’t have any answers, but I’m really glad it’s only a loss of words that has had you off the airways. đ
October 10, 2018 at 12:04 pm
Hmmm…I wonder how much the headlines have undone us both. I think you nailed it with the word “answers.” We want and need answers to a whole lot of questions, but we seem to be stuck with just the questions. They’ve clogged my brain pipes. Or maybe I have some answers and it’s the answers that are clogging my brain pipes.
Though I wasn’t sure, I kind of thought I spotted you away off on one of the dunes in this word desert. So it really was you.
October 11, 2018 at 5:08 pm
Yep, that was me. đ I really do appreciate the chuckle I had reading this. Maybe you and I should just stick to comments. đ
October 11, 2018 at 5:34 pm
What a great idea!
October 10, 2018 at 10:36 am
I’m truly sorry you’re feeling this way. I always open your Oddment post as soon as I see it in my inbox, and I hope you’ll be feeling better soon. If this will take you a while, I’ll happily go back to your early ones and enjoy them all over again.
Your Photos are outstanding. Would it be useful to take some new ones while words evade you?
I may be out of site but you are never out of my mind.
October 10, 2018 at 12:10 pm
“Out of site but never out of mind.” Good one! And thank you, Shirah! I’ve tried to take some photos, and I have some great photos from my photographer friend Bill, but they lead to nothing. I think of Julianna’s admonishment that when we can’t write it means we are avoiding what we SHOULD be writing about, but that leads to a void also. Why the words stop is as big a mystery as why the words come. Yes?
October 10, 2018 at 1:38 pm
When people are thoughtful, as you are, a few fallow days is sometimes nature’s best way. In the face of serious issues, writing a poem or posting a picture of a flower can seem inappropriate or inadequate as we contemplate doing it.
I have felt that many times since I’ve been blogging, yet when I have eventually steeled myself to post something – anything – I have been met with kind responses, yours amongst them. As always I’ll be rooting for you. I hope you’ll not lay fallow for long.
October 10, 2018 at 6:49 pm
Thanks, Susan! I like the idea of lying fallow — there’s a nice implication of renewal and growth.