It is amazing that having written so much and with so much to write that I feel like I have nothing to say these days. I do not like feeling like I have nothing to say. It’s not that  I write for the sake of others so much as I write for myself and because of myself. Writing, as I have said before, is like breathing for me…if that is the case I feel as if I am holding my breath.

What am I waiting for, I wonder. Not sure. These days positive versus negative hangs on the head of a pin and can slip in either direction without so much as a nudge.

I am a “glass is half full” person by nature and so this is a good thing. If I am going to park myself anywhere it needs to be in the light rather than shadow if for no other reason than to enjoy its warmth. Still, the tug to “the dark side” so-to-speak, is strong at times and writing brings me process and balance…this is why I don’t like that I have not been in much of a writing mood these days.

Well perhaps the wellspring will burst in the coming days and some poetry or creative ranting will emerge. Who knows?