Oh pooh. I said I was going to try and post more often after opening this new blog and I've already fallen off the wagon.
But I think it's part of the whole blogging experience. There are cycles of creativity and productivity and I've simply hit a low spot.
A very low spot. A veritable sinkhole.
Externally I'm in a bit of a rut right now, between things. I feel as if I'm waiting for a shoe to drop and I've absolutely no idea whose shoe it might be, let alone the size or style.
It's easier to ride others' coattails; I love hanging at FireDogLake, so much easier to let Jane and ReddHedd do all the heavy lifting every day. But at some point I'm going to have to put my shoulder to the wheel and do something. I can feel the guilt building, nagging at me to do something more each day.
It's also a weather-related lull. Spring is still more than a month away, the Lenten season only beginning tomorrow. The sun sets later each evening -- but I don't often see it here in this clime. I'm the veritable groundhog, stuck again in a burrow until the season changes well and good for the better.
So what about you? Is it spring where you are, inside and out? or are you burrowed under for another bit like me?
But I think it's part of the whole blogging experience. There are cycles of creativity and productivity and I've simply hit a low spot.
A very low spot. A veritable sinkhole.
Externally I'm in a bit of a rut right now, between things. I feel as if I'm waiting for a shoe to drop and I've absolutely no idea whose shoe it might be, let alone the size or style.
It's easier to ride others' coattails; I love hanging at FireDogLake, so much easier to let Jane and ReddHedd do all the heavy lifting every day. But at some point I'm going to have to put my shoulder to the wheel and do something. I can feel the guilt building, nagging at me to do something more each day.
It's also a weather-related lull. Spring is still more than a month away, the Lenten season only beginning tomorrow. The sun sets later each evening -- but I don't often see it here in this clime. I'm the veritable groundhog, stuck again in a burrow until the season changes well and good for the better.
So what about you? Is it spring where you are, inside and out? or are you burrowed under for another bit like me?
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